Red Ink Blues
Music from the heart to the soul of,
Words chase and serve obscurity
Life runs out, fingers whisper:
Sadness, solemnity,
Blood and ink gives hue
Tears grin, lips dry
Hopes hurt, pass.
Lucid,
Life.
~~For the contest 'PASS'~~
Copyright © Iman Roy | Year Posted 2010
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