Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Perpetual Downcast Adoration

Photo by Lynn Greyling from PublicDomainPictures
She left leaving the room empty
to go breathe the desolate air of the ocean.
A colleague of deep blue with the golden sky
which does not happen often.
He went home leaving his head empty
to go breathe the infamous smokes of the liberalist faction.
Yellow and red lights reflect an image of a place where
isolation is only a ration.
"Hurry, Hurry," he thinks, "before my love is rotten"
An old man whistles away to a song once forgotten.
"Hurry, Hurry," he says, "before my love forgets you."
An old woman weeps away to a song she once knew.
She left leaving their place empty
to go sing the songs of the deep blue and golden hues.
He went home leaving his head empty
to go whistle a song known only to a few.
"Hurry, Hurry," he thought, "before my love becomes a sad song"
An old man and a weeping woman in unison sing a song.


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