Flakes: A Poem By: A.E. Chronicle

Lightly drop the silken sparks,

Lost in a world gray and stark,

Tingling,

And mingling,

Collectively leaving their ivory mark.

 

Effigies of heaven, frozen in time,

Lost in the expanse as none seem to rhyme,

Falling,

And calling,

Tasteless morsels on tongues which chime.

 

When last we met a season ago,

I laid and made angels from you, you know.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 22.01.2014

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