That night.


That night oh Beloved , tremors and thunderings,

Past ,present and places ,all on a wall of future ,

Clouds of cirius circumscribed the courtier ,

As some were deep ,calm and others venomous ,

There was a mark of red , a light that often spoke,

Never shone , absent out of the stopping by the fall ,

Flowers bloom with the red , red of the past of the men

Stopping from entering her into the court of herbs.

 

The red colour of venegence wore its space ,

Flowing down the waves like a ritual ,

The flowers embellished into its colour ,

A frightful scent of prejudiced nature ,

Tripping down through a devasted past ,

It held no future in the blank space of the courtiers yard.

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Author: Takbeer Salati

I've never been a millionaire but I just know I’d be darling at it .

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