Deserted roads lead to the hidden city
Where blurred images float;
Submerged memories gone astray,
Mystic odors of frozen carcass,
Shades of grey rule the vignettes of yore.
Haunted tombs of emaciated beings
Desperately struggle to inhale
But are eluded by the spirit of life.
An excellent short poem full of imagination.
Lucid but thought provoking.
Images are all we have
to paint and keep them safe
like dry leaves
saved in a little sack
short and sound
but very nicely done!