The blaze in my heart
That catches at nights
Drives me back
to whispers
My heart knows
no respite nor even rest
Is planted seed of love
In my chest
I got the sunset back
I lost at evening
With falling leaves of autumn
Having no song
Fluttered and drifted with moans
Mysteries of creation
Like unseen fingers
Strike at my sympathetic chords
Ripples of music become song of breeze
Smash the silence of night
I wrap my anguish
And fall to you
Like a flower in wind
that
Sways and dances
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Dark and dreary, the caged demons quite literally leap at you through these lines. A taught portrayal of sadness and grief and the loss of hope as well, the words grate through the cords catching every vowel with painful tenterhooks, razing a lump in the throat. liked