Tuesday, August 09, 2016

Flower of thoughs

Flowers made of thoughts
Bloom in colors many
Some become one with soul
With flesh some grow together
Some thoughts in faintest glow
Yet like wild horses roam free.

Flowers made of thoughts
Bloom in colors many
Some heinous in nature
Between mind and flesh
Swing unsettle and depressive.
And this the fate of many
Weaving gloomy dreams
With dark colors of vengeance
Ghosts they become in life
Destroying themselves and others too.

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