We hear whisperings.
Time flies in this side, doesn't it?
It does.
We find knives in the rocks here.
It rains blood.
The flowers smell of rotting bodies.
Here, the darkness is strongest.
It is paradise, it is.
But one of the cruelest ones.
A double edged sword.
Our souls are weak here,
and come night, colours appear.
Colours from which, one cannot devise
the true from the false.
This other side of love-
it reeks of betrayal.
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A Symphony Of Darkness [WATTYS 2018 LONGLIST] [COMPLETE]
PoetryHighest rank #34 in poetry (26 jan 2018) #1 reverie (11 sept 2018) A young body, an old soul. Sometimes, it is hard not to fall in love with what would eventually become just a memory. Do you hear that? The sound of silence? That's the symphony of t...
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