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Sharp as flint

In mists of Shallow Haze,

Unbroken glass

Upon the Bluster of Days;

These Tears restrained

In Vigilance far tested,

Before the Bright Glitter of Morn

My lassitude has tested;

The sands of time Unraveled,

Cascading tapestries

Upon the wall,

As echoes of sweet misery

In Lilting tones Temptingly call;

The shades of yesterday,

Now far agone

Hasten sorrow to my mind,

As Larks serenade with fragile song

And Solitude Embraces,

Murderously Kind.






Beautiful Original artwork by Porecelain Poet on Deviantart.com