Silhouette (Poetry)

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Under the silvery moon and vermillion glass,
a silhouette looms in this forthright night.
It passes by the stairs of bricks but was
flooded down by the wind of despair.

Tears fall from those crystalline doors,
washing the pain from the velvet head.
Silky hands clutches those chest, hoping
relief from the bone deep pain.

Yet the pain is there, griping the heart like
death's nightly embrace: crushing and hard.
The wolves howl as the clouds of silver
is painted in grey hues.

It arrives,

Once more, bringing unbearable chills...
The loneliness, and sorrows, as the night deepened. In the darkness, a corner,
a silhouette waits for the morning fall.

Another night of bone chilling loneliness
ends, again. A smile, a shallow one emerges
painting the gloomy world in light,
as morning comes. A different day maybe,
it hopes that the night will not come again.

Not until, the other half of its soul returned to it...

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"Silhouette" by vegaron

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