Semblance of the soul

Semblance of the soul

1 April 2016

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Silly girl

I followed your steps

Winding down

Dead orchard

The wells were brimming with noise

Of the green apples


They mature

Skins a green-blue hue

I had lost

Every clue

My foreplay a silent pawn

In the game of thrones


Day will dawn

Upon the questions

Of the night

They spin dark

Answers in tale of two minds

That carelessness grinds


Apple pie

Bittersweet raw taste

Sugar waste

I serve it

To the awnings of needy

I shun hands greedy


Bright red lips

They soaked in apple

Of my eye


Fluttering eyelid pictures

Flight of the vultures


Silly boy

He soars me to skies

His arms weak

Feathers torn

His mind with lies more than worn

Semblance of the soul


Reading of the poem: 

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Dope Noir – Waldeck

No One Here – Waldeck

Fallen Angel – Waldeck

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