Molten days

Tell me the horizon cries with tears of auburn burning, rusted days decayed and molten copper sunsets bled and empty. Tell me evening comes disguised in blue to cool the seething mass of bedlam melting, silent to the viscous notes of flooding rose bouquets and flaxen smoke consumed. Hear me from the glass reflection braced in cuts of sunlight falsifying nights too green to be believed. Hear me slip convinced and calm beneath an anger pacified by twilight, here where lullabies are sung above the fire in kilns to set illusions that another day will change if I can only sleep.

#Melbourne #Australia

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