Synnestar
its darkly sinister, the smoke it swirls slow
down below are the throws and remains of our souls
wicked winds are a given of winged breezes hidden
on dust as our dusk flocks with nightmarish vision
Copyright © Sarah Beringer | Year Posted 2017
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