The Last Fragments Of A Somber ClarityA Poem by Cole HayleyTiptoe
around the vanishing lilly pads silky rivers to bathe your morning breath in and a sea of white oak to hang your nightgown on. The morning flame dances around black flowers sunlight flickering on our eyelids have gotten us sour. Confessions in the most faithful manner
a gentle wind to embrace our t h o u g h t l e s s n e s s stumbling over the rocky edges with dirty knees.
The
morning dew comes only in
b i t t e r s w e e t
taste apologies all strung up on branches bring cold shakes. Falling along with a lotus angel one that guides me through the milky verdure and satisfies my every need. © 2012 Cole HayleyAuthor's NoteReviews
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Added on August 16, 2012Last Updated on August 16, 2012 AuthorCole HayleyMontreal, CanadaAbout25 / Canada I'm back ;) New series: "Name one thing in this photo" 1. Grocery list and a Love letter 2. Went Wrong 3. 24 4. The Pacific Theater 5. A SATA cable frayed 6. One Thing 7. .. more..Writing
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