At the Cry of the Ashes :Every Moon Sets -02
Your memories
Turned into heaps-
Heaps of sadness,
Surges of darkness.
The wild cry of griffin
Rushed around
The black cliff of
My heart's voyage
In sea, storm and ice.
Copyright © Subhas Chandra Chakra | Year Posted 2017
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