A sad conversation from a man in the back
A sad conversation from a man in the back
He speaks low
In melancholy tones of brass
A picture of the darkest bloom amidst a dim light
The waning moon
He speaks louder and i begin to see the flower
Faded but glowing
Wilted yet growing
A rose in between life and death
Clinging to life but enjoying the decay
The conversation stops
His words fade
A picture of the moon and tones of brass remain
At last i see it
Lost lovers enjoying decay
He speaks low
In melancholy tones of brass
A picture of the darkest bloom amidst a dim light
The waning moon
He speaks louder and i begin to see the flower
Faded but glowing
Wilted yet growing
A rose in between life and death
Clinging to life but enjoying the decay
The conversation stops
His words fade
A picture of the moon and tones of brass remain
At last i see it
Lost lovers enjoying decay
This Poems Story
Reminiscent of two people who loved each other the best they knew how. The magic, pain, pleasure, and darkness of their relationship.
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