Friday, July 24, 2015

Flowers could have bloomed

Screaming silences
The soul
Quietly cries
Voiceless supplications

Every bit of illusion 
stolen away 
Every day
A little loss
Every night 
A thicker  web of despair 

A frozen wave 
over once green fields
A translucent white blanket 
Covering dreams of buds

Flowers could have bloomed 
Yet go deadly dorment
Sleeping beauties 
never to be awaken 
By uncalled-for loving kisses

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