A tombstone
Awaiting its pearl
With its salt and saliva
Welcomes red wild roses
And wishes luck
to count down stars
Melting tones
Winter greens
Lush of lust
They were craving for depths
Smelling mud, a skull laughed
If it withers, can life become?
Road taken from calm rails
Unto this last ring of hope
All colours are a hue and tint
But a bliss of fire from far
Never heard of corridors
That lives beyond light
Yet darkness wore shades
Happiness hidden from colours
Sinking sorrow
With a drunken vessel
Still shores loved its senses
Beams so young
clouds so long
They could meet in vapours
Stirring rain
Striking gold
All in a day's harm
Smiling leaves
Embraced the roots
Heart and its wrinkles
Heaps of hopes in hollow
Hands had enough
Harness the mask
Dance to the dusk
Day longs thereafter
Stretches of skin
Marked its white
Fair faces drowned
And lived in nymphs
Loud old voices
Lean line of thought
Tone down mirrors
Open for stillness
Closed this erasure
Away from the seizure
None could erase the epitaph
Though fate was rewritten
In mirage and rage
Infinite stars and finite spans
They loved this soliloquy
Long long tentacles
Craving for dendrites
Made a mirror of seizure
And sleepy monster lied in charm
'Where there is an ill, there is a will'
Unfilled sky thus rained in still
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