Too late, I mourn in guilt

Unto star-broken pre-welken sky
I wonder

A thought, from tobacco haze
A scent of Equine memories

Please, put this side out
Can I show my face now?
This sadness dawns

A chance to watch another distance
Should take the blame
This new dawn fades

We shared a drink, stepped outside, an angry voice separated and cried

Drawn into this night again
The blood of others is still of a colder substance

No one could see the coming of…
Then, why is there essence, memory than nothing?

VMV ©2012

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