Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Tacit


Like the mighty sun greyed by the shallow clouds

There are many hidden words deep down in every goodbye

Many whisper left untold with every breeze flinted across

Listening to heart might tear you apart..

Broken song in trembled rhyme,

Breezes onto the garden of shadow

Tall dark tress with twisted vine, Black roses greying old

Rustlings of fallen leaves drooling through.

Voices from the past echoing deep and loud,
In spite of the snow, spring always bloom

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