Glasses shattered: it's winter with icy glares

a thin wisp of hay, fourth wall with dim lights

bitter wind: biting hard to get out,

caving and shut down, stable on the frozen waxes

they nod at each other,

acknowledged with quick response, the strings of

boyish life stirred.

*

Books are full of riddles,

open as transparent background,

chapped lips with sealed pages: when they're closed

together, the minor chord of every ends

send a patting of silent traces.

Oh but you must rejoice in today's flea!

It's here when you keep your fingers crossed,

gone with eyes closed.

*

The harmony: awaits for the light,

The night: when the light fades,

The sword: crucified and bleed, piercing when bloody sweat drops

yet loosed the nails,

let them bask in its calmest sail, 

tomorrow will be tapped in another lapsed.

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