up within him like
the violence of a storm.
Chilling depths of iciness.
He cannot find the warmth.
sinking in an alabaster sky.
A rising wind of peppermint
that rides upon an incandescent sheen.
Misty moments. Long lost dreams.
yearning ever unappeased.
The memories are rising up in him.
Once composed of loving sighs.
Suffocating in his lies.
was not a word he knew.
Seeking for another sky of blue.
Receiving only star-struck indigo.
The nights grow long.
songs no longer sing.
Startled into wakefulness, he feels
a shivering. As reality becomes
another stream of long lost tears...
? Michaelette ?
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