Beyond the turbulence
of the rippling ocean
and the austere gloomy
streets….
as the clock strikes
its emblem of a
period of decline,
we might be drawn
into an oblivion.
For it is the hour
of the weary folks
to elude
the imminent debacle.
A triumph
for the time being….
A.B. ♥
ART: Night by Azrian (Deviantart)
