This town is a song about you.A symphony of measured beatsmeandering through the dead-end streetsand winding paths down memory lanethat echo with a known refrain. The ringing notes of drawn-out nightsand cymbal clang of booming fights,set off by your all-too-short fuseto paint me in the shades of blues. Old lyrics haunt the faded corners,calling out…
Tag: Memory
The River
There’s a river beside the trees that flows around the broken glass and hurries through the trays of ash that choke the birds, and hush their words and dull the budding roses. It winds around the crumbling brick, surging past half-painted walls and echoing through empty halls to wane and crash, break back and splash…
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