one—
for a day filled with extremes
happiness to sorrow
sorrow to contentment
and eventually,
exhaustion.
two—
for hidden stories
locked in for years
triggered open by loneliness,
kept in again before dawn
three—
to evaporate unseen tears,
burn out unreleased emotions,
while watching the embers glow
and fall slowly onto moist concrete.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
one—
for a day filled with extremes
happiness to sorrow
sorrow to contentment
and eventually,
exhaustion.
two—
for hidden stories
locked in for years
triggered open by loneliness,
kept in again before dawn
three—
to evaporate unseen tears,
burn out unreleased emotions,
while watching the embers glow
and fall slowly onto moist concrete.
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