It was a day that held memories; clear blue sky and the dulcet light of the sun made it all look divine, but no eye looked to the blue sea above or the dulcet sun, for all prospects held in their core some distorted image of a missing purpose, some empty part of life. The thirst was yet at its peak when darkness supplanted light and coldness mingled with love as moon replaced the sun, and they understood the hollowness, the empty part but it was too late; the light was missing, the sun was gone. The sky held no joy, the mounts held no elation just blandness and nothing more.
The kisses returned holding nothing but insincerity, the galleries displayed masterpieces of imitationand art was lonely in her chamber of imagination. Bleakness adorned the façade of life, lived and wasted, but springs still beautified nature, stillness still held attraction and rivers still surged with joy but no eye could see their splendor, their truth. The forged veil of forgery, the unseen curtains of imitation had affected their sight, their perception, nothing more.
And then they kissed with oddness,
And regarded insincerity in each eye;
For no longer was love their prize,
No longer was beauty their charm.
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The Weaver - Writer (@theweavrs) February 08, 2016
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