the fiery sun,
that sets the dichotomy
of the light and the darkness
has been veiled by the clouds
floating murderously grey
in the sky
In a final hope,
to embrace this winter
once again,
I wish for an end
for this bleakness,
for this monotonous silence,
the credulous hearts of people
are dying slowly in absence
of the lacking divinity in the sky
even the cracks in my windows
are thirsty to devour the lights,
as I lie within the blankets
staring the grey abode of the gods
in silence,
my dog comes and sleeps next to me,
and I wait more seeing outside one last time,
it is beautiful though I realize
like all ends are,in the very beginning.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 6:47 AM UTC
the fiery sun,
that sets the dichotomy
of the light and the darkness
has been veiled by the clouds
floating murderously grey
in the sky
In a final hope,
to embrace this winter
once again,
I wish for an end
for this bleakness,
for this monotonous silence,
the credulous hearts of people
are dying slowly in absence
of the lacking divinity in the sky
even the cracks in my windows
are thirsty to devour the lights,
as I lie within the blankets
staring the grey abode of the gods
in silence,
my dog comes and sleeps next to me,
and I wait more seeing outside one last time,
it is beautiful though I realize
like all ends are,in the very beginning.
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