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- Dead Season at allpoetry
The autumn leaves brighten the dullness of blue,
A fire amoungst the dying tune, ceasing a reason of it to renew. - [ Their words are as phantoms of deceit, tarnishing angels wings as silence kills and their blood drips in their shallow lakes of where the rivers once roamed. ] at allpoetry
Their words are as phantoms of deceit, tarnishing angels wings as silence kills and their blood drips in their shallow lakes of where the rivers once roamed. To what eyes shall not grasp shall we not know, - His Art of Beauty at allpoetry
Fill this charcoal heart as wings of a dove upon desert sky, What beholds gasps a dreamers eyes, her blue, driven in lavender that bathes every sense till her hairs raise high,
