they crowd the palace
kings with golden scepters
and queens with glimmering crowns
one by one standing in front of
the tallest tower
inside there are
streamers painted with every color smudged on an artist's palette
the music is blaring
entering the ears of every listener
inside there is
food on every porcelain plate
and napkins folded into delicate shapes
there is a banner
looking down from the heavens
written on it is the reason behind this sudden celebration
congratulations my love for
once again you have managed
to make me the dust
beneath your feet and
the rust between your bones
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
they crowd the palace
kings with golden scepters
and queens with glimmering crowns
one by one standing in front of
the tallest tower
inside there are
streamers painted with every color smudged on an artist's palette
the music is blaring
entering the ears of every listener
inside there is
food on every porcelain plate
and napkins folded into delicate shapes
there is a banner
looking down from the heavens
written on it is the reason behind this sudden celebration
congratulations my love for
once again you have managed
to make me the dust
beneath your feet and
the rust between your bones
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