On a gray Friday

Poetae Opus

I feel surrounded,
By a weeping frame;

I no longer lust,
Any dripping blast;

The night is coming up,
And her kisses drag me,
Upon crawling dreams,
I no longer wanna live,

But,
Being on balance is,
The key of Evolution,

In which,
Written by the sweat of my soul,
My senses will be reborn,
In the rise of a purple storm.

  • Author: Poetae Opus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 15th, 2017 23:21
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 11
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