by Morgan



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.






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