

A thousand bitter diamonds
Shine about a waxing moon.
Shadows smear raw whispers
Over time’s black sea.
Driven mad by beauty
They run from life
To dream
In death’s honeyed sleep.


A thousand bitter diamonds
Shine about a waxing moon.
Shadows smear raw whispers
Over time’s black sea.
Driven mad by beauty
They run from life
To dream
In death’s honeyed sleep.
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Wow! That last line!!!
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Thanks, Di 🙂
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Profound.
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🙂
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😊
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Disturbingly dramatic, Sue…
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I imagine the sirens would have that effect 😉
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