A Tale of wincing virtues
5 December 2015
Of broken items
Furniture, relics and dreams
She had a room filled
The bustling places
Livelihood of ghostly gait
Simmering ashes
Mocking birds’ speeches
Tunes of ivory and stone
Cast in slow pavements
Slippery ridges
On banks leading to nowhere
From rivers of ice
Stretches of treasures
Meaningful pebbles of Life
Appealing to none
Cruises for the dead
Box of chatter for leisure
Frigid drooping shores
Songs of soft nothings
Of quiet little measures
Distilling poisons
A hymn to the knaves
The unrelenting few dazed
Strewn astride her past
Book of small paces
Featuring starlets and sods
Blank fading faces
Of quirks of the game
A Tale of wincing virtues
Of falsehood and blame
Boulevard of Broken Dreams – Greenday
I walk Alone – Tarja Tarunen
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