I woke up…
The darker shades of the clouds became the crux.
The soot sought some soothing.
Mother finally became unease –
She puked at the amount colour she had to recycle.
I woke up…
The silence became more deafening than the cry of a banshee,
Gourmands grew some alternate appetite,
Yokels had become warriors –
The exit of envisaging begot our harangue
I woke up…
The uncoloured divagation vilipended;
The conflation of bonds of the sunk,
With past scars as its bellwether…
The sun finally begot shadows.
I woke up…
Troubadours gave soul to drumlines –
The grind for our nimble, unfed stalwart.
Bisons and kind marched –
The sequel to buried gamut.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
I woke up…
The darker shades of the clouds became the crux.
The soot sought some soothing.
Mother finally became unease –
She puked at the amount colour she had to recycle.
I woke up…
The silence became more deafening than the cry of a banshee,
Gourmands grew some alternate appetite,
Yokels had become warriors –
The exit of envisaging begot our harangue
I woke up…
The uncoloured divagation vilipended;
The conflation of bonds of the sunk,
With past scars as its bellwether…
The sun finally begot shadows.
I woke up…
Troubadours gave soul to drumlines –
The grind for our nimble, unfed stalwart.
Bisons and kind marched –
The sequel to buried gamut.
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