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Perpetual Downcast Adoration

Photo by Lynn Greyling

Photo by Lynn Greyling

She left leaving the room empty

to go breathe the desolate air of the ocean.

A colleague of deep blue with the golden sky

which does not happen often.

He went home leaving his head empty

to go breathe the infamous smokes of the liberalist faction.

Yellow and red lights reflect an image of a place where

isolation is only a ration.

"Hurry, Hurry," he thinks, "before my love is rotten"

An old man whistles away to a song once forgotten.

"Hurry, Hurry," he says, "before my love forgets you."

An old woman weeps away to a song she once knew.

She left leaving their place empty

to go sing the songs of the deep blue and golden hues.

He went home leaving his head empty

to go whistle a song known only to a few.

"Hurry, Hurry," he thought, "before my love becomes a sad song"

An old man and a weeping woman in unison sing a song.