Colors Of Delight – Poem

Blinking eerily taking the corners,
Within the realm of facing truth.

The book of truth,
Screamed in the ears of all,
From what used to just whispers of lies.

Bloodhounds of the days,
Seek them out everyday.

The sweet melody of demise,
Filled the night,
As a delightful lingering scent.

Secrets of the family,
Buried deep under the snow.

It was winter again,
That brought the memories tumbling down,
From the places of crawled area.

These soldiers of the army,
Went all the way till the edge,
Looking for it but finding none.

Photo by Thomas Kinto on Unsplash


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