Sustained in a tripod
Returning into me
All those feelings abroad
Struggling to be free
Through the veil of the clouds
And the memories are dying
Amid emerald shrouds
A crimson wave burns
At the moonlight sky
The spiral tide turns
In a scent for the eye
And there are strings
Attached in lines
A new dawn brings
An old demise
1 comment:
Memories never die ....
J.
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