Dishonest Evil
My fearful brag
raining on me dazzling lush
with grains of rushing sand dimly
disappointed by time.
The mighty rush makes
all the gazelles’ soul-rambling ills
recover like seal pains.
Legless and hypnotic my cold-hearted song
sounds like rose blossom…
An easy prey to
the dishonest evil
and keenly shrewd red
that explores laborious stars
until my inky odious
necromancer ends
on burned on paper.
The snowstorm hovers ceaselessly
with snow like pink apricot petals
that panics nude and fearful wives.
Spring is old without you…
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