Words, they flow in a grammatical way to thoughts
Narravitive sentences giving pause to rhyme and flow in the hazy shades of deep and longed Decembers,
Leaking memories and flashbacks through mind and thinking of what will be the end,
The strong aroma of hope and death falling across open pits of despair.
Trembling and falling with the leaves of autumn,
Blooming and glooming with the sun of springs,
Here we are, with the hazy shades of deep and longed Decembers.
Filling the gap with the words, until it is flesh and forms another,
Only one,just one breath fills the body with form and word,spoken.
And with it, with it comes regret that is now another.
Hazy shades of deep and longed Decembers,
Don't let go and just hold the rope,
And, I will fight with the thunder of your thoughts,till my last breath,
With the words,
Spoken.
YOU ARE READING
Abendrot
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