Lonely the Interludes
keyboard
chasing ripples
through notes’ interludes,
pounding, drowning crushed love…
ebony
fingers
like tendrils
stiffen from refrains,
despair on moonless halls…
blistered
Dr. Ram Mehta's Cinquain Contest
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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