Winters Last Remorse
Golden nights of surreal warmth
embraced in silver light of
shadowed immaculate conception
reborn to death that lives in the
vastness of each of us-
The self a part of so much more
inclusion in night of ethereal sin
that completes righteous misgivings
chaos sanctity of times remorse-
Lost in wilderness of bleeding fear
perception of entities last chance
given unto winters first night
likened upon the throes of destiny s desire-
Seek not the wind of summer free
but give unto the day
that which is hers
and may the misgivings
of youths last dance
walk upon the memories
of crystal knowledge
reflected always in the depth
of oceans silken submissions-
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