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The ebony lying in the snow

The ivory glowing in the dark

The mercury dripping from a rose

Is it a memory, or is it a dream?

 

Some lines standing straight up

Some lines lying on the horizon

And the sun burns red into my eyes

Does it hurt, or does it feel that good?

 

Scattered leaves like my thoughts

Together peoples like my hands in prayer

And they make no sense in this world

But can it hear or can it not?

Author's Note

Really don't know where this came from. No. Idea.