Unravellin' hidden gems within embroidered emblems.
Stunning queens and brothers
travelling the commuter belt.
Makin' certain those questions
Get dealt with
satisfactorily.
Pushing poems onto beams.
Nightly you'd need silence
in order to hear them scream.
Laughter to the extreme.
Rib pains- the result
but atleast their minds
can still gleam.
Once were unseen depths
yet now risen
to the surface. Portraits
of sea silhouettes.
Moon canvasses being
laid upon carpeted hallways.
Therefore winter may
come in all its glory
and we will
otherwise be busied by
moving clouds of
Dark December on an
afternoon of noisy
youth.
