I remember a time
Not all that many years ago,
When innocence ran
Through angelica fields
And trust
Was a pristine daisy chain -
We were blinded
By the sweet perfume
And now, what's left?
Withered, thorny stalks,
And faded petals scattering
In fear of the wind -
Smiles hardened
Like the frost-bitten ground,
Carefree spirits embittered,
Hopes standing wilted
In a cloudy crystal vase.
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PoetryWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
