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Take with you the glistening yellows and mellow sounds

Such sweet sustenance: no need, no necessity

For the blues, they run like tears down a dried wall

A wall that once stumbled, tumbled and crashed

Like towers without any platform

A wall beguiled by truth

In the distance -- so far far away --

I see a familiar face

An unfamiliar race of what once was ecstasy

Euphoria waits patiently in the city of lost hearts

Waiting and waiting

Perhaps hoping I'd blissfully adopt it from its morbid footpaths

Tarry long old friend...

Longevity, like a long wavelength of colours, goes on tediously in circular greyish motions

Here, in what seems perfectly visualized,

Is a building much like The Louvre

Filled with chromes, ambers and dark blues

Occupied with memories, secrets, stories and arousals;

The hanging lies, of which I pretend ours weren't a part

There's one my eyes painfully but intently peruse

The colours of which are hellish

Though the shades of Beelzebub are ominously perceptible,

The shades of lightless corners and merciless hues are displayed too

Hues that spawn emotions surrounding nostalgia,



These colours paint our love

The feelings we once had: the bright, the bold, the brave;

The feelings we lost: the dull, the dark, the ones we couldn't save.


  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Wonderful phrasing đŸ¦‹great poem

    Apr 13, 2019

  • Apr 14, 2019

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