Strangled Whispers
Devilish cavalries and blazing hoofs.
Over-crowded graveyards and watery roofs,
Strangled whispers of colorless pain; I breathe.
Unemotional embrace and freezing wreath.
The scene is desolate, forlorn and inhumanely cold,
I got those feelings of abandoned cemeteries and wrinkles old.
Rochdi Bouille
May 7, 2013
Copyright © Bouille Rochdi | Year Posted 2016
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