Empty Avenues

Through vacant atmospheres the landscapes of seagull town, and the ears that hear the silent outcries, lies the riddles that gallop unpredictable songs that rises hues of pallad sunsets. I'd leave you alone with your thoughts, thoughts of empty avenues and speeches of people so few. Watching the running rainbow beginning the curtains close blowing every dandelion sketching the statues pose. The wild flowers have withered and my tears can't breathe. Cant entice the hearts of stone finding my words without a tone. Blunt thorns consume minds plain puzzle pieces aren't hard to find. Dry raindrops trickle down my arm parchments of apathy hosting arid harm paper illusions flying low we all dance bashfuly solo. As I capture the lights on wet road nights I wish you'd follow me up to brighter days away from this maize