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Simplicity of childhood love and play.
The mind does dwell on joy. The twinkling dies
With sorrow dripping like a poison. Say
The words, honey dipped lies forcing vacant eyes
Up towards starless sky's. The sun again sets
On love. No hope of being unmarred each scar
A ghost to dance on graves so lost. And yet
With bleeding hearts we march for love and far
carrying dust, decayed memory, loves past.
Paths veiled, soul searching, vanity in laced
expectations. Always the first and last
thought like a ship, on stormy seas. A chase
for survival, salvaging the heart.
Pieces brought together stained glass, pure art.
The mind does dwell on joy. The twinkling dies
With sorrow dripping like a poison. Say
The words, honey dipped lies forcing vacant eyes
Up towards starless sky's. The sun again sets
On love. No hope of being unmarred each scar
A ghost to dance on graves so lost. And yet
With bleeding hearts we march for love and far
carrying dust, decayed memory, loves past.
Paths veiled, soul searching, vanity in laced
expectations. Always the first and last
thought like a ship, on stormy seas. A chase
for survival, salvaging the heart.
Pieces brought together stained glass, pure art.
One of the poems for my creative writing class.
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this is pure art really good