Inner Turmoil

The morning had cracked

The yolk fallen from the blue

Winter had banished the birds

Together with dreams they flew

 

And the burial underneath

Did not feel the drops of rain

But laid bare and sacrificial

Soaking in the pain

 

No more a summer day

But a morbid glacier fear

No more a spring breeze blowing by

Only the storm in a tear

 

From my collection Blank Canvas

 

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