Mr. and Ms. Invisible
Dance together, here in nature
In font of their castle
They are good prestidigitators
Since no one can see them
Or even perceive their auras
Even though their soul is a gem
They won't face their trauma
Because Mr. and Ms. Invisible
When they were still audible
Lost their baby when he was born
The pain was as sharp as a thorn
Since then they are like fantoms
A tremendous hole inside their minds
And the castle which is their home
Is just a place of dust and dusk at all times
So they repeat their waltz
Indefinitely trying to survive
To this world of assaults
To overcome this crime.
The death of an innocent baby.
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Collection of Mystical Poetry
PoetryHere you will find a collection of english poetry. It will deal with such themes as empowerment, nature, feminism, open mindsets or spirituality.
