Thursday, October 1, 2015

BIANCA


BIANCA
SAD HORIZON


this avenue leads to a sad horizon
the dead trail leads to nowhere
feeling bleeds behind solid masonry
gray cement almost bursting at the seams

here and there still blow petals around
platinum pages hide their secrets
my heart cries for living memories
which are an anchor in my summer sun

farewell hangs like thunder clouds in August
words have fear for  loneliness in the void
never before the forests were so dark
I miss your clarity in my thinking

© Bianca 

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