companionship in the fog
the raindrops leave their stains
on the threshing floor
where the mockeries are made
i feel a friend in the way
the flowers don't show their beauty
in face of the cold, in reaction
to the slow fade of leftover sunlight
the urge to wound slightly subsides
when the clarity of all arrives
in ways even I can't deny
exposed in the shadows from the sky
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
companionship in the fog
the raindrops leave their stains
on the threshing floor
where the mockeries are made
i feel a friend in the way
the flowers don't show their beauty
in face of the cold, in reaction
to the slow fade of leftover sunlight
the urge to wound slightly subsides
when the clarity of all arrives
in ways even I can't deny
exposed in the shadows from the sky
but i feel so warm inside
how ironic
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