Grimbeau

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Rue Morgue Avenue

by grimbeau

Bullets rain,

winds prance,

Cold suns rise,

firebirds dance.

Sirens wail,

beggars chant:

Honi soi qui mal y pense.

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Published: July 21, 2017

Filed Under: cinema, flash fiction, microfiction, Music, Poetry, Postcards from Today, writing

Tags: Evil the them as evil Tinks : Handsome Harry : Seasick Sara : Stormy Weather

3 Comments to “Rue Morgue Avenue”

smzang says:

July 21, 2017 at 12:22 pm

bad thoughts indeed, and all too true…

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smzang says:

July 21, 2017 at 12:23 pm

bad thoughts, and all too true!

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- grimbeau says:
  
  July 21, 2017 at 7:12 pm
  
  so eye heard
  
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