Not much could've been louder than this silence
It rumbles low. Displays & Shows
The state of things. The ache it brings.
To move on from favored days of spring.
Scents of Honeysuckles & Rain.
This silence is the mingling of Joy & Pain.
The tale of how these age old characters came
To blame one another for the murdered moment
Salvation is Gone. Hot-Iron-Hate glows...grows
I pity the soul that owns it & the Heart that Hate calls Home.
.
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Life can be bittersweet.
Sea Salt Toffee. Birds tweet the dawn after the decimation of dreams.
However, Night never seems to render the soul clean.
Or
New light still leaves shadow to be seen.
Apparitions of yesterday. Our emotions wait to demonstrate
Hidden grudges we can't negate. History judged, "it's bound to repeat"
Misery/Loves
Company
Joy & Pain mingling
Sillouhetted in an awkward
Silence...