moored
by this morbid coil
we wept
away remembrance.
raging in the violet sun
the pages growing thin.
what once we cherished
changed
or perished
underneath unseeing eyes.
whose question
no reply
would answer.
spoken
not by one.
moored
by this morbid coil
we wept
away remembrance.
raging in the violet sun
the pages growing thin.
what once we cherished
changed
or perished
underneath unseeing eyes.
whose question
no reply
would answer.
spoken
not by one.