dead branches of the past
wanting and regret
Pass all
Bound by the curse of human
Many years long past long flow through your ties that tether
I liked your transformation . that myth of resurrection
ceasing in the struggle
to that control.
the wondering soul
Still, there The moon festival came
long past flowing through your veins
Many years the pores of self
created reminisance your skewed memory
I thought broke the surface of your scattered leaves
Moments filling the obstacles that mark one's life
Lies Lie at the end
I thought
there are brilliant times ahead
watch as they crack the membrane of your mind
without a forgiveness for
Those barren branches of the past
strewn amongst the consciousness of one neglectful soul
Silent Still
As the Moon leaving the festival
made her final descent
©2008~SophieD
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