Perhaps it won't be a bad thing
If we learned to understand
All those stories from far away land
And all the ballads they sing.
Hear the battle cry,
Under the silent night,
Where the torches burned bright
And bodies are on pile.
It was purgatory.
Stands a fiery,
Imaginative Aries.
He called it glorious.
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Summer Solstice and other poems
PoetryImagination has no limit, fall in love secretly. A collection of poetries about love, life, mental health, happiness and imagination.
