beyond the walls
dawn opens to arms of golden glory
concept kiss waiting for the gravity of the wonders i have just seen myself
with tired heart and closed mind.
divided by confusion instantly around her.
it appears those instinctive bolts you feel.
are the shadows in the artificial crowd seems like I can lose myself but I've already been found in this golden glory .
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
