Poem : Eulogy

Tears could not have graced that smile
A map of 76 summers
On her face

shy-girl

Tears could not have graced that smile
A map of 76 summers
On her face
A tuft of moon in her hair
A tinge of fire on her forehead
Worthless leather rotting now
What was once a house
To innocent dark eyes
A house to put her beliefs in and take out her thoughts from
The house afire
An incense stick in her shaking hands
A warm body beside her
She watched the ground swallow
The remnants of the sky, a patch of brown and tears long overdue
Until there was only blue.

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La boheme

Obnoxiously individualistic, pugnaciously social, highly opinionated, proudly criminal and in love with the adjectives.