Tiring
This thrill
A broken light
In the eternal abyss
Shattering the glasses
Succumbing
To the noises
A thrill all the same
Is this ride of ours
A silence of the dead
We live through our hearts
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
