54) Untitled
Here we are, sitting
With our back to the world
Placid, songs of outcasts
Decaying, hang around.
The orange sun dies,
Along with it,
Extinguished the fire
Of love, in my heart;
Helplessly watch, alienated
Bewildered, why tears fall
When ends the burning, painting
My body like clouds, colorful.
Shared grief, swell up
We await, dark brooding
Night, to cover sorrows
Before arises hopes and morning.
1 comment:
54> Untitled
Unknown anguish on an aimless hostel evening, and a bunch of experiences escorted these lines, and the title suits the whole mixed mood, I think.
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