Ephemeral rhyme of disenchanted words

Every verse is meant to be broken, every face to be forgotten

We can’t face our vows to be ignored

Not once more…


Let this sublime time of supremacy slip through your fingers

Nothing is real, not even my self-conviction

Only this threads of affliction

We all are words left unspoken…


The ephemeral dwell of flowers amongst rotten words

Awaking after the dew and the sunrise

For us to see what’s like to arise

And start over anew…


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