The mane of marigold hues falls on earth, Tinting life with joy and jauntiness. Not for once the source shows its face, Shying away from the mainstream. How would it be, If it is a mortal? Everyday reminding dependants Of their powerlessness. Four-leaved clover, Glad!...
The bird Strange having no colored wings, Ecstatically flew far and wide, Spacing out in his own paradise, Not knowing he was born blind. In a trice, The sky changed, Light-filled in delightfully, Exposing the colors on his...
Solitude bakes an artisan’s edibles, Knowing his soul’s rumbles. Hollowing out the brain’s cells sometimes, Petting him severely. In another world, Fancier than reality, Seclusion sets up a studio, Where none distorts his quietude. ...
In a bucket tagged miscellaneous, He found his heart, Shrunken brain, And purple tongue. The lattermost lied, Defying the heart, Listening to the libel brain. He lies on the morgue’s table, Hollowed within, Liberated, That Night. @Emily...
The path didn’t matter, Nor did the rain, For You and I, Makes a company. Under the street light, Dogs singing chorus, To soulful music composed, By the new band ‘US’. @Emily Parker
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