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Martins da Mota Fernando

Silver Gleaming Hue

Spring heeled traces mark the hardened alabaster  

Covered by silken veil                                                                                                                                                                                  

Crimson pair carried by wind’s complaint                                                                                                        

Lies in wait                                                                                                                                                                                   

Steadfastness pursues                                                                                                                                          

Silver gleaming hue                                                                                                                                       

Skulks in obsidian drowned light                                                                                                                        

Ravenous sentience tears                                                                                                                            

The interlaced threads                                                                                                                                          

The trespassers’ asphyxiated pleas wilt     


 




Envoyé: 22:07 Thu, 9 December 2021 par: Martins da Mota Fernando