lost and ruined (Remove filter)
Metamorphosed from a sun to a moon
Before I Lost you
You were my sun
The azure sky
To scan.
After I Lost you
You became
My moon
Desperate to see
You soon.///
The tide of time must not kill love.
Saturday 25th August 2018 3:47 pm
AGE OLD
Age Old
People made of sand now lost in the sand, blowing in the breeze. Dusty grains kicked up by the whirling dank air. A dervish in a swirl. Unrestricted ruins now visible, all that remains of the old city.
Ruins are bones, bones are ruins. Everything beneath, bleach white bones under equally white moon.
Luminous.
Square stone blocks no longer upright. Earthquake tumble...
Tuesday 14th August 2012 7:19 pm

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