Mellifluous Murmurs

Blood Stained Wings

You linger off into the dark at night,

because you can see the shadow gleaming so bright;

And across a distance, I, see a light.

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She would always look for the disciples in her life that made her fill up with joy

a shadow of dreams and a thick solution like a serving of sauce, perhaps maybe soy.

We all dream that we'd have a limited use to this world

but we all know that when we'd cripple old and our lips no longer would form a curl.

I write this with passion yet extreme anger

and that is why I'll declare my life away from here, maybe Portland, or Bangor.

Shelter yourself because whatever era welcomes you, it will sting

you never know what tomorrow can bring.