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Monotonous shades blushed across the sky,
A mellifluous harmony,
Against the soft breeze of autumn,
As if a monologue recited distant apart,
Speaking in muted neotonus fluency.
Wheathered pages smeared coffee brown,
A letter full of metaphors broken down,
As if simileys put on haphazardly,
Amidst places imprinted of memories distance.
Rainstorms blew against the window panes,
It was day , and now it rains,
Know not what lies ahead,
Than another day
A cycle of dismay,
Burned down the innocent soul,
To crisps-thinking of being foul.
Just dust scatters now,
Bones long pulverized into particles fine,
Glittering against the woeful eyes,
Melting with the toxic fear,
An atrocious behavior,
For the words are even heavy to bear.
Lying against the pit of void,
I see this world, as if tied,
By an eternal steroid,
Tarnishing this aghasted soul.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
