Fallen Have We All

Deep in the recesses

of the fabric of love

lies time’s own fashion

born of a different breed.

Find it in the corners

and all angles worn

is a veil that covers all

of love and its seed.

Thrust into madness

does the womb;

torn perfectly imperfect

for time to consume.

We gather under stars

that feed us so amazed.

Fallen have we all until

we meet end of days.

Falling over clouds,

here on this sphere,

does no meaning other

than love we crave near.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. I love your style in writing

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Jester says:

      Thank you Luna. 😁


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