Blackened Night

Published by: Depth Writer on 21st Jul 2017 | View all blogs by Depth Writer

The illusion is shallow, un-moving, unaware,

but its edges are distinct and forebearing in hastes doorstep.


Ago's coffin half buried in moss lined tomb, enshrined in cerise

and pale pink lashes. Such beauty surely must exist. Even in darkness.


Ballerinas glide and soar across slippery floor. Just as they've always done. Yet, everyone hungers for the leap of fate to surcomb their paths.







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