The Dark Blue Evening:Every Moon Sets -07
And still
It was not all over,
As if you wanted to listen
To the dying echoes
Of my leafless urge
Snaking through the
Valley of my just widowed heart.
While the shape of dead tolls
In the blue evening
Till the last purple flame
Of lust for life-
Dies away, leaving
Heaps of ashes
On the bald foreheads
Of the darkest hours-
In the nuptial bed
Of my crystal heart.
Copyright © Subhas Chandra Chakra | Year Posted 2017
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