Senses, shattered
like the ripples of the moonlight
on a violent river
Senseless, I remain on this cold night.
Beyond reason
we broke into crystals
scattered but alive
It is not love, its a change of season.
Everything tainted
reflecting crimson
not from hearts pure
Bleeding , the brushes of our soul painted
Losing the luxury
of chasing each others shadows
we turn a deeper shade of crimson
Existing, only in my endless reverie. . .
like the ripples of the moonlight
on a violent river
Senseless, I remain on this cold night.
Beyond reason
we broke into crystals
scattered but alive
It is not love, its a change of season.
Everything tainted
reflecting crimson
not from hearts pure
Bleeding , the brushes of our soul painted
Losing the luxury
of chasing each others shadows
we turn a deeper shade of crimson
Existing, only in my endless reverie. . .
:)
ReplyDeletelove the still motionless feel to it.
Good One.. :-)
ReplyDeleteThese lines reflect the rays from RAY (the Crystal on her way to becoming a priceless Diamond). Love. Pa.
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