Trees of the drought
Standing stale and dry
Like the iron down the water
Corroded red and wry
Converse the pain of flesh and bones
Love comes mutely and goes with chaos
Crushed under the heavy breaths of submerged stones
Like Late Heavy Bombardment to the head from toes
And once in a while everytime
Dim air feels acute
Wrapped around weary teardrops
Everything sounds refute
It goes beyond the limits of endurance
Count it to nine, ten is the last
Another wale of the sinews
Heartbound to what soul goes rast
Devour on the stolen hatred
Borrowed happiness and vile calm of mind
Grow on the aftermath of everything
With speaking silence and view-full blind


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