Sunday, 27 May 2012

Scenes.

We knew what it meant to them,
Vales immersed in the tender swash
Of sunlight, welcoming its wandering embrace;
Not caring for the assurance of its
Errant solace, nor the dusky elegy
Sang in the swathes of its wake.

And as the infinite scourge drowns
Beneath the swells of sanguine seas;
We'll not care for anything, for
We'll know scenes like these.


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