10 October 2012
The sky turns black with anger, The sea, a well of pain, Sulphuric tears and bitter years, Acrylic in the rain.
A tidal wave of sorrow, To wash clean the slate of love, And strip down the heart that once ran pure, With ashes from above.
A deduction of crescendo, Pandemonium of heart, In the embers of a passion flame, Shall burn the lover's art.
Lover's Art • Opuss № I