the color of sin

When life’s not in sync
We see the color of sin,
The sound of poetry,
And the folkloric symphony,
Fading out slowly,
Like smoke in the air ravishingly twisting.

Include,
The echo of solitude,
The rhythms of words,
The unit of bloods,
The melancholy of music,
Adjusters of the mystic,
The awareness of existence.

The end of line,
suppress by the time,
Embraced with deep sigh,
In the game of life,
Emerging from the depths of our heart,
In the midst of consciousness, it transpired.

The history of questions,
Final destination,
Nobody seems to know,
The weight of our souls.
Mans reality,
Is like the theory of relativity,
Adds up everything
You end up with nothing.
Perhaps a few flinch.

the color of sin

tonny

Brockton, United States

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