Dodged, narrowly
the breaths of misery-
Oh, the welcomed familiarity-
the benumbed senses
caressed by rheumy
torrents that help
wash away sins
that furnish bronzed threads
on wrists seared pink.
Dyed in autumnal shades
of drudgery, death and despair,
ominous winds
do whisper harshness
Punctuated,
With a staccato of unseeing tears
That liven cracked flesh
barren moors
and crippled clocks
Bleeding crimson...
Once again revived.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
