“Wir sind eine Familie.”
A cluttered freight yonder,
Fleeting sparks; a kissed cinder.
And to its remembrance;
forever lit, iridescent.
Echoes in fractions,
Leftover paints; patience,
Riddance; a touch to tip,
Fragments to keep;
And spirits to sip.
If ever a mirror glints,
and finds you pain;
When nightmares cue,
and you might feel blue;
Remember so
that we’ll never be apart.
“Hasten in joy, for the night awaits.”
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
“Wir sind eine Familie.”
A cluttered freight yonder,
Fleeting sparks; a kissed cinder.
And to its remembrance;
forever lit, iridescent.
Echoes in fractions,
Leftover paints; patience,
Riddance; a touch to tip,
Fragments to keep;
And spirits to sip.
If ever a mirror glints,
and finds you pain;
When nightmares cue,
and you might feel blue;
Remember so
that we’ll never be apart.
“Hasten in joy, for the night awaits.”
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