Wooden weary soldier toy
Painted eyes and bayonet
Stiff to draw and employ
weapons in regret
Dreams in violet shards
cut the hopeful stars
Cut to ribbons that we once wore
and so those vestments are no more
Rag dolls in stone washed scars
returning to boxes unwrapped
waiting for new hands unmarred
and new dream worlds untapped
A tree is just a tree
A gift is better unknown
A heart plays young that stays free
yet we forget the dream once grown
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Poetry"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
