The Revision of Retro's Rem

Winters break; here, sitting at the study while thinking of years gone by; a curtain's Drawn to hide the world; times heart not wishing their melancholy moments amid Silver powder and black lace lies; casting it's gangrene dream's aside pastels pink... Infused these red droplets, claiming to be blue; paper back novels trimmed in gold Words, as colourful banners; sea gray sea; peering through stain-glassed window's ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ..."The Revision, Of Retro's Rem" *