Dark Room Mute Whispers
Dark room mute whispers
Her Angel-breath a wind
Doubt forms a circle
Each blended acrylic memory
Paints pain in my beating soul
Doubt forms a circle
Each brushstroke thins the ghost
The still room blasts a symphony
Doubt forms a circle
“May the Circle be unbroken…”
I want to remember
Her eyes
Moaning love
In the laughing
Summer sun
Copyright © Alex Roth | Year Posted 2013
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