Verona

Organic beings, once immensely enveloped
in l’amour now rendered to faded memories
moments spent quietly by the immortals who
came before our human essences first breath
on our infinitely maudlin planet. The undead
walk among us, feet that know no structure
of sound during the simple step movements, it
is the quiet that alarms our earth. Unsympathetic
noise that permits spectrum hued zephyr ribbons
to swirl and whirl around us with out knowledge
of the truth. One that has left many unaware of
their potential to love as we are all unequivocally
desert wastelands with a yearn to be more than….
 

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