World apart from the art of a life
A cut out of flesh, a yoke
Irreparably broken
A journey that stirs on the wings of goodbye
The tundra of loomed silence
Separation quilted in years of refrain
No wisdom can make sense
No road could make clear of such child like adoration
A blind threshold of wander lust
A fever that never breaks
The icy chord embodies the high twilight
Persistent iocomotion to find that window of a dream
#originalPoetry #redcoatepoet
