Drunk with Pines and long kisses,Like Summer I steer the fast sail of the roses,bent towards the death of the day,Stuck into my solid Marine Madness

Flames and Ether making a rush for my veins

Bookends

I have grown to dark things
farther from the unusual and usual palettes
of light and shadows.
I do not have any use for them now.

A tide to some broken things,
Some singed, some unmade
They keep my rhythm amidst their
forgotten songs.

I have come to live with common things
That I observe and overflow by
Things that have forgotten their place
And their pasts. Things that stay but do not belong.

And I have learnt to be apart of tragic things
the paths from darkness to light
that do not lead to familiar truths
no more than what cobbled stones permit
no more than what I am ready to forget.

@ Thankyou Abhra da:)