A god with glass eyes
Tinted rosy sanguine
Each morn his tears arise
Red tracks in ashen cheeks
And from that divine mouth cries
Swirling screams for something
Something none can quite surmise
Pleas on air like wheeling crows
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
