Such ember in messy sparkles
Burnt my heart in windy sparks
I built for it a grave from marbles
Then I left it for the clockwork arcs
To burry the smalest light that twinkles
And get lost in the deepest darks
I made it's fuel from little stickles
While burning, It left some marks
Then I made for it chronical shackles
Was full of rust and some remarks
The memories was kind of speckles
When time passes, doesn't debarks
Every heartbeat was full of crackles
Same as the sounds of the oldest arks
While my pain was the daily huckles
My mondays was full of questionmarks !

Author/ Aladdin Aures H.