Sombre

The words of the sun grills on my tongue and the soul of my pen crushes the insanity of my mind and my music might not be heard.

The cries of the ocean dresses my skin and I drown in my poems for you. Wraith of white fumes climbs up the altar of love’s memory.

The piercing of the earth’s gravel create holes in my sole.
And the soul of my pen crushes the insanity of my mind. Wraith of white fumes climbs up the altar of love’s memories.

¬©officialmandy,  2016

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