in the gloamingA Poem by syndeticaesthetic
trapped in our minds
world rotating not on its' axis but on the circumference of a tear closing our eyes the sun bleeds the color from our vision and hearts we ache for contact making do with the warmth of obsession encircling us like wings we cling to the chaos that has always been faithful peace always dancing out of reach © 2011 syndeticaesthetic |
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Added on February 3, 2011 Last Updated on February 3, 2011 Author
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