Q u i d a m

Calling, said [s]he

pale moon, crescent yellow (said he)

husky voices reverberating, throbbing pain

in the adam's apple, chuck down (said she)

for lonely evening, they wait longer

perhaps, a flickering light huffs wonder.

i came as the wind, with the hollow sound

fails with every poet's imagination,

burns the musings of angst or pain,

silence starts to sing.

but, there's no one (said she)

hush, they might hear (said he)

a loud wailing caverns the wall,

drop by drop, left the hand (said he)

the branches of shadows bow down,

it's the time of waking the sable,

dabbled arts are crimson red,

who are you to find beauty?

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