• moitreyee 11w

    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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    Daylight Shadows

    Time ponders upon my wounds and scars
    Dressing stories within scarlet bars.
    ©moitreyee