Pitch black night
Deep waters
Murky skies
Chilly breeze
Haunted eyes
Howling winds
Reverberate echoes
Wavering memories
Of stifled sorrows
A tranquil mist envelopes
A decrepit heart
With stained wounds
And immortal scars
Slowly drown
Into oblivion
Cold indifference
All that's left
Loss of innocence
Reality
Existence.
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Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
