O blackberry-flowers
Everbearing varieties far superior to eat
In perfect sleep
I lay my eyes in full and I devote
My soul for you one day you will melt in my lips.
PS: Happy New Year!
Turning the parchments pages
Of this tearstained scroll
Bombast tales, never, have I ever spoke
The writings of palladians life, unfolds
Beyond the reasons and beyond the rhymes
And beyond this once somnolent night
In front of the crowds, I have stood
Bowing toward these everbearing eversions
These sombered encores, for the disemboweled
Deafened ears and emptied eyes
The hues, of crimsons splashings
Gasping for breath, these souls of the plight
Blinding foreclosures, of what might have been
Sprinkled and shattered, shards of images
Dreams, that once were, now, splattered in red
Palladians parchment, of a ghost with no home
"Forever lost"....this light, this plight, this night
The night, of the living dead!
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......The Scroll.......
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