The cuttlefish bone skeleton <br />remains at the end of the street <br /> <br />the green blood turns to <br />smother the gloom inside <br /> <br />the dye springs into lurid <br />deep rooted traces to recur <br /> <br />the images to be shaded to <br />freeze the deaden and <br /> <br />the pigment tans the <br />somber browning effect <br /> <br />the tone goes low to <br />dislike the harmony that <br /> <br />drives the imbalance to <br />limitless edges nauseating <br /> <br />the pungent mood into <br />livid memory of antique.<br /><br />Mubeen Sadhika<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sepia-4/
