Moody foggy railway tracks in a misty landscape, evoking travel and mystery.

CALAMITY

In the preface of my muleibrity
I serenade maxims to eternal sleep
I knot in the fixtures of our love
And grieve my forlorn jocundity

Sitting cross-legged on the tip of my sense
My words shape a garrulous fantasy
As I try end the story of my being
All I write is but a calamity

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Sana
Sana
14 hours ago

Beautiful!