Falling up to the sky
Kiss the moon
The swallow’s swoon
The clouds cry on the plain
Rotting corpses rule the day
Shards of the gods wandering aimlessly
Fractured and torn from reality
Riding on blistered souls
Licking wounds while inflicting pain on others
In a futile effort to heal
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By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
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And from whence will the healing come if we cannot sense it within us? Yep, I resonate with this, Atomic.
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