A rainbow slips
through my fingers,
Shedding each colour
Like a weary snowflake;
For time often loses promises,
in vapours of dead red roses.

A life leaves
through my chambers,
disclosing camouflages
of a burnt autumn rage;
Like a mirror that absorbs doubt
when misery doesn't cease to shout.

For a midsummer dream,
that withers in parts and bits,
Or a walking mirage
that howl curses on empty streets;
Time ponders upon my wounds and scars,
Dressing stories within scarlet bars.

A crying shaft of splitting image
breaths amidst the blooming day
fluttering flag of truce in haste
dies within a tomb of hate;
Like handcuffs that cease a course,
shadows merge a living force.

©moitreyee



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