ExhaleA Poem by Dano
The mood has gotten dark
The smell of flesh freshly burnt Brings life to my numb tongue Your silhouette beams bright Under the red moon Life blossoms under you as The rot gorges itself inside The death clings to you Life flourishes as the First breath of the wicker tree Exhales © 2012 Dano |
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