The loneliness of the spotlights,
staring back at the sadness,
with a fresh smell of concrete,
and a defeat of forever,
a sad trumpet plays from a pit,
deep
down
the last walk to the gold that promised eternal life,
flirting with the trumpet in the wind.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
the songs of wings flutter in the air,
softly through the stars, begins the fear,
the loss of who
a question remains,
a destain for the most precious,
a party of cranes conversing in silence,
a life that remains unbalanced.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC