Prelude
PRELUDE
I am in the valley of rocks
as the sinister cloud mocks
melancholy tinges of sunset
seals dry eyes fulfillment
the paint looks sultry on walls
echoing pastel faint calls
no one will understand me
even leaves think I'm a tree
neural statements wishing to
quicken the stamina I
have forgotten
to
own
and
flowers hardly regard me
at
all
PRELUDE
to a major
disaster
© Kim van Breda—18 December 2014
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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