Tell Tale

Yesterday's shadows fall softly this goodnight,

Breaks in patterns don't fear the rain,

And waves can't tell a tale.

 

Forgotten to the world the windows were but glass shattered in my eyes,

The yellow road falls silent,

Metal men crank against the wall.

 

Backs fall down again,

Spines but the feeble way your arms had left me,

Gathered to tell the tale.

◄ Long Lived

Flying, to be free ►

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