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Thursday, December 11, 2014

On an Autumn Night

Cruel November shreds the marigold petals,
heartless as is the autumn;
The great kings, of times bygone,
look down upon the scary night below;
Mighty empires crushed by the devil's trident,
lay scattered in the dark depths.

Oh! the sleep that I so cherished,
betrothed to peaceful dreams
becomes a nightmare.
I set to sail on the seas high,
in search of a treasure, hidden
in the depths of conscience.

My hand dances in the memories of a million vanished stars
A man has every place to lay his head.

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