Potpourri on the concrete carpet
how can this be held as beguiling?.
Even the willows sigh by the
increasing turbulence of the wind.
Legends so few of them,
stagnating without a hand to lift
their encapsulation.
Dreamscapes bygone
as sure as grief rotted down,
the nightingale stranded,
erstwhile finally.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
Potpourri on the concrete carpet
how can this be held as beguiling?.
Even the willows sigh by the
increasing turbulence of the wind.
Legends so few of them,
stagnating without a hand to lift
their encapsulation.
Dreamscapes bygone
as sure as grief rotted down,
the nightingale stranded,
erstwhile finally.
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