melancholy sits on the
pavement, on a cold autumn day.
enjoying the music of a
thunderstorm, and screaming.
dreaming about the winter
yet to come, become grey.
submerged in the tunes
of a dark morning that is seeding,
beyond what any words can
convey or design.
watching the elements
of the sky growing and leaving.
how silently this picturesque
of almost nothing,
captures the lonely corners of my
unfathomable inflammable mind.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
melancholy sits on the
pavement, on a cold autumn day.
enjoying the music of a
thunderstorm, and screaming.
dreaming about the winter
yet to come, become grey.
submerged in the tunes
of a dark morning that is seeding,
beyond what any words can
convey or design.
watching the elements
of the sky growing and leaving.
how silently this picturesque
of almost nothing,
captures the lonely corners of my
unfathomable inflammable mind.
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