A Dot's Point

In a hollow ink pocket,sorry arms
mine hugged the spotless sheet.
Forever wept beyond my grave
solemnly fitting the window's seat.

Shattered across the page were
the train of words I couldn't say.
Dying oaths never met any sunset
leave them be,let 'em silently play.

Behind those leaves hid a summer
in her fine bridal shimmering glow,
Amidst blotted patches whilst I
sleep untroubled in winter snow

Dawn had kissed the horizon's lips,
filthy scarlet now stained the sky.
Like a murdered sun I slowly set
into the welcoming arms of my lie.

Venky
Let the wind weave my winter story