
Photo by Osman Rana
a painted face of happiness; looking beneath the surface, there’s much more to see -
The white orb gravitating onto the home, as i run towards, it quickens in speed,
My heart, aches with lost hope as the spirit vanishes before my eyes
The breeze strengthening; the snow spiralling to the ground’s heating until it drips away.... as the last beat ceases in the chest where the heart once lay; once pumping with a harpful tune; a sociopathic angel sheds his last tear in the abyss.
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