Je me fou du monde entier

by Aanya F Niaz

Unquiet skies beckoning into the travesty,

A sin or two, I taste of glee.


Up, into the bell tower of unconcerned shadows that follow,

A musky glow, a throne of gold, there our tears can show.


Of existing within a pendulous ache,

They scream, shake the dust, shake.


Addictive as it is, the melancholy of woes,

May I share my flavours of sorrow?