Shadow
shrouds a glaze,
It’s
a bright sunny day, in my dream it rains,
Effeminates,
drowns in then drains.
Fit
in pieces or break their realm,
The
scattered sands, here welsh on the bade.
Freeze
a night unlike its soul,
The
touch of dark, cold are the stars,
Mottles
of white, each neglects with benign.
So,
lay a smile..steal them of a counted life, comes a dream:
Of
a rant less abode, rocked atop a river,
While
I gaze the leave, why do I shiver?
Embrace
the lonely, embarrass would the love be?
Enchant
the story, lessons would the life see?
In
turn of events, would I loose or make a stand?
The
life I see in, a mirage or a loose end?
Very
few have seen the blood, spewed dark but not its cut,
Instilled
a life, that can not the future see..
Pons
asinorum of passersby & in my fight,
Alays
a reality of a world that will & with you end.
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