In the wailing winds
and one day, there will be no world,all the memories will be cut into rocks
of his and hers and yours and mine,
letting rain and oceans cover and fall,
turning us into sand glass fantasies,
but my tears will remain
like a stain in the universe of us.
all the books that were written
and all the songs, that long for
lovers to be reunited, will ignite
as the clouds cover and blanket,
soaking up the sorrow
of our borrowed times in life,
just the slowly eeking tear
of an amber droplet pendant
bearing memories uncut
unleashed upon a time,
we shall be the ether, the whisper
of a breath, the heaven and
the hell of it, all forgotten, all of dust
just sorrow cut into night time skies
our littered lives, our loneliness
just trails, in the wailing winds of dusk.
Poetry by Elle

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Written on 2012-10-28 at 17:38




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