*twilight silhouettes*
Gently sliding
Through the pearls of twilight
I see a thousand shapeless silhouettes
And both peripheries would hastily ignite
To make way for the coward blindness
A salty teardrop soaks into a carved enface
Abandoning the crossroads all in ruins
Just a lonely piece of broken glass
The somersault – awaiting for another Harlequin
An avalanche of fragile feelings
Keeps crawling in unfathomable depths
Gossamer memories on the horizon
Whispering to ruthless shades of pain
Unyielding fairies treat us to ambrosia
And all the sounds fade away
To blend with colours of despair
And sink in imperceptible oblivion.