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A Dark Path.
In the room darkened
With the fragrance of silence
I cry in silent whispers
To the rumbling howls
Of absence of trust in love.
How relationships
Built on sturdy mountains
Of filtered love
Subside like torrents of rain
In harvest.
Or were they transported
In the crawling
Wagons of burning lust?
I shiver at the thought.
Hearts that bleed love
Are now frozen waters
Of material streams
House of vanity.
