WatercolorA Poem by Sirenbarely there, whispers… as the residue of clouds veils the evening here below. streaks so pale as to be rendered a lifeless grey, save for the fragile signs of life that they so delicately, elegantly, possess… breath fades out in soft exhale… charcoal blankets, thick, slow, and ever so somber, slowly lay the day down to rest… and i, seeking and alert… wired with raw emotions, ablaze with immense desires, am compelled to attend to the gentle hush of a world in mourning, so wounded, so broken, so sore…
© 2013 SirenAuthor's Note
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Added on October 10, 2013 Last Updated on October 10, 2013 AuthorSirenAboutWell....if you must know, I (sometimes) live in the real world. I love listening to music because it lets me breathe. I love laughing because it lets me live. I love writing because it lets me (almost.. more..Writing
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