Broken
The wheels turn round and the window pane shines with the aesthetic light of the great divine. The street is filled with people too important to notice the infant crying alone, wedged against the wall. The worlds allusion to sorrow brings a grimace to my face. Alone I walk through the dirty street unable to alleviate the gnawing I feel inside. THe youth lack colour in their eyes, they have only the abstruse gray that surrounds this city. THe emerald lawn is dimmed from the adamant persistence of the scarred. THe ambience of the sun cannot be felt through the shell of ignorance surrounding humanity. Broken shardsof earth rain down on us to ameliorate the past. To absolve the sins of the unfaithful we must stop the progression of the shadows in our hearts. The reflection of our hearts remain etched into the banks of the river... never allowed to cross for fear of rejection. Sunflowers petals litter the sky as the sun shudders from the abysmal frost that has settled over the earth. Drugs abridge the need for forgiveness in the minds of the addicted. The silver bell atones for the drawn faces of the anxious as the acerbic voices of the dead are drowned out by the ceremonial binding of souls.... Roses wilt as the harmonic ambiguous mind seeks the end.
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