Seaside SuicideA Poem by serpent"Dream me delicate dear, I am merely a man made of dust, sand, dressed as castles"
Green leaves and blue flames, a long road with no name, mermaid's serenade songs of desires, the clown's soul being set on fire. Held to solemn shores tears becoming troubled tides romancing during the sunset a seaside suicide. © 2013 serpent |
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Added on December 21, 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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