*Slithering shadows
Once born under those elm-trees,
A forgotten afternoon breeze -
Left the sight of the dreamer
Alas, time froze at dusk,
Capturing fog in its embrace
The long search for mysteries
And voices of the dead
Took its last flight
O’ wind chimes in the distance cliff,
You stole my summer away.
A body at this instant halted by
Some darkened days-
Caged behind the worldly tethers,
Wishing upon shackled feathers,
To let the wind unravel
These locks and chains.
For do you not see,
This dove doesn't want to stay?
Living with delicate truths
These simple unadorned quills,
Entangled by poisoned clouds -
Her soul wants to flee
Perhaps a petty twig she is
On a secret hill
But to be free is her only plea.*
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
*Slithering shadows
Once born under those elm-trees,
A forgotten afternoon breeze -
Left the sight of the dreamer
Alas, time froze at dusk,
Capturing fog in its embrace
The long search for mysteries
And voices of the dead
Took its last flight
O’ wind chimes in the distance cliff,
You stole my summer away.
A body at this instant halted by
Some darkened days-
Caged behind the worldly tethers,
Wishing upon shackled feathers,
To let the wind unravel
These locks and chains.
For do you not see,
This dove doesn't want to stay?
Living with delicate truths
These simple unadorned quills,
Entangled by poisoned clouds -
Her soul wants to flee
Perhaps a petty twig she is
On a secret hill
But to be free is her only plea.*
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