There is a crystal
Hanging by strands
Of your once golden
Now silver hair
In my lone window
Catching meagre rays
Of my setting sun
Scattering retiring
light
To a million swaying
Rainbow coloured stars
On the walls of my
lair
Conjuring skies long
lost
In the endless night
Of memory vanishing
At the speed of light
Tatul Sonentz
Papazian
so mystic... a spiritual, unfinished, interrupted rhapsody of love and youth, ravished by the eternal cruel nature...
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