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?