All the cold, chilly wind that blows
A wilderness of sensation it evokes.
Creates a whirlpool of emotions in there,
The source of which i'm still finding..oh where?
Rainbows within rainbows, colours are myriad
Words within words, creating a facade.
Words are like nails, if they can fix, they can even cause holes.
All that is left now are two hollow, empty souls.
Covered with polythene, a fresh yet temporary dew
Threads entangled, lots left to sew.
Stitching corners, pleated folds
No more wax in human moulds.
Crossroads are many, closures few
Endless journey, people new.
From dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn
A silent fight, the threads are torn.
Clouds overhead, swayed by pleasure
Threads broken, lost loved treasure.
The ends loose,
unable to fuse.
The ends lost,
how much really does a new thread cost?!
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