Cryptic Tombs Black White 6 Page
Based on memory of hidden protection, knowing of a loss
Withering Silence
Memories
Beading droples
Grains of sand
Chained to a beckoning memory
Images of pain, loss embedding horror
Thoughts transpire, delusion
Love, like a dried rose
Passions embraced
Withering into silence
Mystics
Mystics, cloaked hoods, staring eyes
Fires breathe in the mornings light
Pathways, passages
Fade into’ - the distant night
Letters written; - words of
desperation
Fallen’-falling; dreaming
Dawn of the day has begun
Voices of the Night
Mists filter through the darkness
Moonlight shines like a beacon in the
night
Droplets of water scatter, dreaming
into the depths
Soft touches, embrace loves passion
Words of breathe within the silence
Moaning passions erect
Night’s deepening embrace
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