It is difficult to know what is right in all cases. - M.B., I.210.29

Seven Colors - Silver

The Lightening Orbs


Darkness engulfs their skies,
Yet innocent whiteness pours
Through that silverish hole,
I throw petals at your feet
While they stab my soul
For I have refused to share
The shadows of infinite truth,

I lean forward and brush
My lips against yours;
A perfect kiss, a shy sleuth
Hides behind the cloud
But gently peeks through,

They come in fury,
Finally to end my sorrow,
And gnaw at my stitches
While I cry out loud;
The wound bleeds mercury,

Alas, the sun won’t rise tomorrow!
Yet the moon shall leave,
And their wisdom will stumble
In that utter darkness

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