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