The roses at my bay
rattle, battle gossip
thorns pierce hand
bring emotions in
blood.
A fat black heart
strikes my glowing
sun
revolving at those
hills;
long stretched roads
words of strength,
molten blue
wills to mark out of
sights.
Questioning questions
yet unsatisfied
answers- nimble drop
of rain
at your vast
destination.
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