Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Shadows past

Shadows past lain
Like corpses
Strewn wildflowers
Wanting sun
Wishing away
Casted stones
Stolen peace a
Silvered hope
Faded is my
Brittled bones
Of no sleep
She weeps for her
Fallen self
Stood ashamed to
Mourn a past
Cowardice light
Shine on me

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