The Cloud that DiedA Poem by serpenta mystic cloud
seeks salvation in the colors of an urban rainbow some faded, some gilded, not a clear picture, yet definitive for an instant, a moment of instinctive barriers and catastrophic urge to die to restore endless peace. © 2013 serpent |
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Added on August 10, 2011Last Updated on April 13, 2013 AuthorserpentDelhi, IndiaAboutIf only I could feel the touch of fresh air the sound of the tides and feel emotions pulling me back again. If only I could feel me pulling back again and feel embraced b.. more..Writing
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