Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Poetry Above and Below

Quick now,
Don't lag behind.
Hurry, hurry!

Or
Else
You
Will
Miss

The truth of beauty
Something we once lost.

The shadows fade
The sun shines

Except, I cannot get warm.
Where did you go?

Are you just a mystery?
A tale told to the broken?

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