The Seductive Pain...
Depressed in the
thoughts of vain,
Whiskey made its
way,
In down the veins,
Laying around
diversely,
Drifting into the
cluster of sorrow,
Seek his death,
In the pitcher of
alcohol,
The street lamps,
Flew adobe like
the Valkyrie did,
He felt a soft
moan encircle the clinic,
Towards was a tree
left in solitude,
It must be happy,
Ain't she?
No young man,
You are... said
she,
Both merged into a
disputed conversation,
Speaking the
burden of thoughts and leaves,
It went on for
night indeed,
Ended for good,
Silence
remarkable,
Ain't it?
An awkward silence
isn't so,
Flowing breeze
collided their sight in a while,
There was nothing
left to march for,
A tear and dead
leaf met the ground,
Congruently...
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