The Midnight Sky Weeps

The Midnight Sky Weeps

Dreamy winds crash into my elastic head, while knocking the sands out of my crystal eyes.  You fill my misty waters up with frozen souls of feverish seeds.  Whispering winds breed havoc within dark shadows.  I cannot conceive the logic for the bleeding rains.  The midnight sky weeps for my tattered spirit that roams the everglades in search of wealth no longer free floating.  I fold lofty pages to mend tortured drums.  For on shall he go who follows somber moons to embrace the holistic voice. 

The Midnight Sky Weeps

Tattered spirit that roams freely.
Tattered spirit that roams freely.

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