"Dust thou art to dust returnest"


Friday, May 24, 2013

White Wall

Limbs are tied, shifted in the hollow wind 
Song bird of emptiness
Rain in tone with melancholy 
Somehow blossomed in despair... 
No colours flourished 
White wall... blacked solitude 
Relies on sort responses and the indifferent pause... 
The loss of hearing any voice but not my own.
(Close the door... climb the wall)
But no spark to light the way... 

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