Dead leaves
Falling like sighs
From the full moon
and the canopy of stars
With the crystals reflecting
Demise of the lark
Uncovered
walking on the aisle
Seamlessly flowing away
the fog is the curtain blindfolding her
Doors of the cathedral are shut
The prism reflects the imbroglio
Outlines of bittersweet memories
Burning in the fireplace
Frosted windows with half broken glasses hindering movement
With a pale face and dry lips
Hands numb
she tries to write
Last few lines of her life
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 5:33 AM UTC
Dead leaves
Falling like sighs
From the full moon
and the canopy of stars
With the crystals reflecting
Demise of the lark
Uncovered
walking on the aisle
Seamlessly flowing away
the fog is the curtain blindfolding her
Doors of the cathedral are shut
The prism reflects the imbroglio
Outlines of bittersweet memories
Burning in the fireplace
Frosted windows with half broken glasses hindering movement
With a pale face and dry lips
Hands numb
she tries to write
Last few lines of her life
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