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Rated: E · Poetry · Arts · #2313984
A poem..about bad uses
We see it in the sky, a tranquil hue.
Or dreams take flight, or silent truth.
A whispering in twilights we save,
And shadow die off with god embrace.

Reflecting off a caged taste
For feeling of free space.
Cobalt depths, unfelt bliss
One girl wanted a single kiss

In fields of lavender, green trees, yellow bees
Carrier’s secrets to our knees
In a town with counted days
A song will praise a souls ballet

Though it is a stained glass window
That captures what is still sorrow
And the crow will fly wishing ti he a dove
Either way, he gets a tomorrow.
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