Night of Randomness

I heard the twilight moon hum,
Rattling my sorrowful mum,
Winds flirtatiously caressing my hair,
Adorned in the whispers of the East,
As he exclaims me his maiden fair,
But these threads of silence,
Are the gorges unseen,
Where lay the countless fragments,
Of my shattered dreams....

Poem & Image (c) S.S




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