The Color of His Pain

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One overflowing moon The charcoal mind ignites His genuine horrific wound Decayed the lovely site It began when he falls To a reaper, to a thief Now on crossroad his soul Forky path, flying leaf Only the wind can define The flowing river, the salty rain Though tomorrow the sun will shine It cannot lighten up the color of his pain He gave that flower his highest trust Gambled with his all To forget her is a must But not tonight or tomorrow, not at all You see for love, he has none to bet The angelic demon fooled him Something he'll never forget Though moon overflowed it's dim Only the wind can define The flowing river, the salty rain Though tomorrow the sun will shine It cannot lighten up the color of his pain Now he is a flying leaf Dancing regretfully to the beat of the air It began when he took an imprudent relief A big sound "bang" as his final prayer Only the wind can define The flowing river, the salty rain Though tomorrow the sun will shine Too late now to lighten up the color of his pain... February 16, 2018 Mysterious Aries / Simplyfred Image: Pixabay