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Ciel De Verre Mar 2017
Perished petals crack
crumpling into
clusters of diminished
stars
so beautifully
it wilts  
like our dreams
under the weight
of our heart
Make of this what you want.
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
The sky contorted and almost
burnt, within a certain chaos
so inexplicable
it was as if
the clouds
caught themsleves amongst
the crevises of the sun,
and crumbled
into
rain.
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
a small bird,
atop the masses of
skeletal branches,
carved its kiss
on the tree's
calloused skin
and left
to shiver
within the broken
shades
of night.
if not today, then tomorrow.
we all lose someone .
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
My desires hook themselves to
the lingering dreams of
lost kisses.
Enamelling the decrepit walls
of my
sanity,
like the soft echoes
of your last whispers,
or like a tortured memory,
drifting and unnurtured
cascading within the depths of
delirium.
To remember what never was there.
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
Seeping between the cracks of the sky,
I notice clusters of fragmented
clouds melting within the shades
of crimson
and grey,
as the darkened sun
falls towards the night.
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
You burn
So softly, almost
As if your light
Flickered and fought
But dimmed,
And bled towards the night,
Amidst the broken undertones
Of burning plumes  
Puffing
Lost desires.
To burn, to shine, to flicker, to die.
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
Broken stars twist themselves against the hues of the ashen sky.
Dismantled and deformed, they crudely frame the pallor of the moon,
glinting with a graceless shine,
Burning with a blunted light,
They dance.
Romancing within the hour of dusk,
They fade,
With the sun's kiss to
The night.
Goodnight
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