Poezja

A chocolaty moon was rising. 
I have lost my riverbed. 
Accuser has become accused. 
 
The hangman has shifted 
the ground while glistening 
in moonlight. Oxymoronic? 
 
Eponym exited the lips of a drone fly. 
A flotilla of tears 
dies in an eye of a storm. 
 
An audacity of a drifter 
to stop the promiscuous honors 
of strangers in death. 
 
Only night-bloomers will watch 
the sunrise in eternal lonliness. 
The roots will always stay in dark.