SunriseA Poem by L.Clouds plated together Like the cracks in an oil painting Oozing the delicate drips of moonlight Seeping into a grey abyss Turning, suspended, like ink In a glass of still water. Frost caught between the cracks In our chaste lips Wisps of smoke clinging like cold To our rumpled jackets A cigarette between two brittle fingers Slurred sunrise songs On lips and laughing tongues Loud, dangerous Immortal souls © 2013 L. |
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1 Review Added on October 2, 2013 Last Updated on October 2, 2013 Tags: clouds, sunrise, laughter, songs, happiness, cigarettes, loud, friendship |