The rules of paper, turning leaves,
are wider and a little blurred,
with crimson fringes on their sleeves,
wearing hearts, would you believe,
and captioning my every word?
The rules of paper, turning leaves
to stanzas of the mind, conceived,
their pictures, just how I preferred;
with crimson fringes on their sleeves
and yellow braiding in their weave
that puts you in a trance, allured.
The rules of paper, turning leaves
to pallets, where the paint bereaves
the branches of their nesting birds,
with crimson fringes on their sleeves
to wear a semblance, on the eve
of October, so I've heard;
the rules of paper, turning leaves,
with crimson fringes on their sleeves.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a colection of thoughts or nightmares in form of poetry, some of them written by myself, some only gathered by me. The darkness is in all of us just waiting to get out, but not in the light. No, darkness reaches out for darkness, so you thin...
