Two equals One

Poetry Speaks

They ran through many shades;

listening to the drum beat of their hearts.

The drowned out background plays violently;

turning tunes with the wind and colors that begin to fade.

As leaves start to fall, so does a drum; both silently.

A tired voice sings louder than sound, hushing the earth.

The clouds were null and the sky clear; yet rain still fell that day.

The story that should of never been told ended, during sorrow's birth.

One budding flower blossomed black, while another withered away.

This was when weary hands, began to paint a single shade.

Wings no longer dormant, hid the suns rays.

One drum began to beat for two; out playing any other.

This was when two became one, then lived for none;

on the coldest summer.