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Metaphorical Prose

Lonely hearts stare into oblivion stone cold and broken.
Sadly as they cry their tears of blood and torment Butterflies flutter in an endless clutter Forming a sphere of madness in confinement.
The gentle wind harshly moans their names, Yet all the people of the land have closed their ears, closed their minds.
Images of laughter cascade through space-No one smiles.
Colorless autumn eats away the desolate coral beaches of the last summer day, And the last tear faded with the last wave .
Spirits sing a song so forlorn and the angels pure white wings are dusty and grey,
Abandon the thought of a lovers kiss Acknowledge that you are in THIS.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar issues