Friday, August 16, 2024

Ballad of Falses

Danced upon a momentary's pin as a mute

Had lips thinning upon the company

With merely eyes and ears

Appears to be the lightest sports


So true rings that realization

Abrupt sharp and sudden it is perpendicular

And tangent til ful it becomes an art

Shall turn furrowed eyebrows to say that tune


O Nobly Born it echoes

Reminder of pleasantry softest cradle

Chimes call to your hurt

It shall waterfall


At the last minutes

Let blossom tears comfort you

Symbol of foregone single walking forever

Extended hands to your shadow for longest

May it bring a swift and silent end

Beautiful I call this black screen

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