Deserted roads lead to the hidden city
Where blurred images float;
Submerged memories gone astray,
Mystic odors of frozen carcass,
Shades of grey rule the vignettes of yore.
Haunted tombs of emaciated beings
Desperately struggle to inhale
But are eluded by the spirit of life.
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Life, Poems
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April 8th, 2008 at 7:27 am
An excellent short poem full of imagination.
April 12th, 2008 at 5:17 am
Lucid but thought provoking.