UNHOLY FLAME

Fallen angels dreams
The heartfelt whispering words
Audible alarming silence
The edge for another day
Barren sanctified cloud
The hope of antiquity
Fill in my reminiscence
The conscious path of adieu
Unfortunately it was all in blues
With inevitable melodies
Jingling where we mingled
In the atmosphere of virginity
Clouded shadows of thought
Left in the dark valleys
Wishing it all ends
And go by fairytales
With empty space of mystery.





Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2006-12-08 at 19:51

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
This is very interesting and pleasant on the tongue when reading aloud. I particularly like the sound and thoughts of the lines
"With inevitable melodies, Jingling where we mingled, In the atmosphere of virginity..."
2006-12-13