NaPoWriMo Day 12

When the messenger arrives

Arrives the messenger

The news of the trodden town

Sunrise through dawn

Cycle bemoans the villager

 

On the day of big traverse

Ablaze be put the world

From dream vine through life

The consciousness betrays

 

Darkness lit through faces

So cold hanging from bracing sorrow

Blurry insights amidst tear drops

Till our days come it burdens on ages

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