leaves sculpted
statues in silvery
stardust
a solitary moon
half winks
peeks through
its mocking gaze
a crest, on little trophies
erected within us
their ghostly shadows
a field of ruins
of fragile dreams.
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
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