The world has grown dim,
blurred thoughts quick have slowed,
cold blood thick flows thin
for precious star dust.
Sound is loud quiet,
save this quake's joy, shrill;
your gentle riot
has left me undone.
Time's hand flutters still
glowing florid flush,
petals unfurling;
I've fallen in love.
Crowned with rouged velvet,
putrid with desire;
plucking melodies
singing crimson lyre.
Sound is loud quiet,
save this quake's joy, shrill;
your gentle riot
has left me undone.
Singing crimson lyre,
your gentle riot
has left me undone
you've left me undone,
singing crimson lyre.
I've fallen in love
with precious star dust.
Your gentle riot
has left me undone.
About the Creator
Sara Wynn
Poetry is my language, and Earth is my playground.
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