Humanity never ceases to question
the profuse effect of nature's wonder
that is strewn within the poet's confession
in the familiarity of an unending slumber
An autumn eclipse is devotion
a mask of expression
the release of color coded emotion
to mark inevitable progression
Intertwined, one in the same, may it be root or vein
time shall entail good and greed, we all bleed
in the wake of a prosperous green, crimson will stain
and in our last of waking moments, we will be freed.
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Alike In Our Differences
PoetryIf you are confused about the meaning of this poem, the following description would be helpful! When writing this poem, like all of my poems, I had no idea where it was going. Gradually it started to turn into describing the different forms of expre...
