The nostalgia of your face
22 July 2015
Crimson drops fall soft
As withered rose slowly dives
Into realms unknown
Known, unknown, mysterious
Multiverse spells your past names
.
Stashes to ashes
Consumed and forgotten goods
Burnt in memory
Thoughts aflame purge all inside
A new dawn is born within
.
Winds blow on grey plains
Rich of scattered wealth’s remnants
All without lies bleak
Appearance, mind of the weak
Leaves, shun the dust-ridden veins
.
Moonlight colours blue
The ghostly sight of decay
Compact in red tape
Vermilion slowly scatters
The nostalgia of your face
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