enlightened danger enveloped enchanting shock
you see thousands in the dark
yet not me in the light here before you
the impressions assured doors open suddenly
window opens the minds eye
small gold star I would accepted life you'll choose the fantasy mistress of night
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Salad Days
PuisiSad 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
