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hn Nov 2014
a dark heavy cloak surmounted on my shoulders
sleeves tied around my  neck
its tail pulling boulders
linked by chains that clanged the sounds of my heart
which begged me to stay
yet pulled me apart
hn Nov 2014
as i look at these golden stalks i ask why
did i choose to go a thousand miles
why i left my love for the dreams of success
why i broke her heart into mosaic tiles

she is
as beautiful as before
as beautiful as these golden stalks
rushing my car door

my love that can be no more
hn Nov 2014
let the river flow
drowning emotions
draining mistakes
burying uncertainties

let the love flow
carrying potions
from wastelands

emptying the Nile
down into the M
erasing its misery
maroon tinted soil
beautifies for a mile

— The End —