A pulchritude of wonder
A confusion so unjust
I leave this wretched place behind me
And begin to walk among pearls
A thousand feathers
One hundred guns
A shining armor
And a forgotten love
I soon begin to smile
A perennial smile
For those who are opinionated are now gone
And the only thing left
Is my cumbersome rose.
1 comment:
lol. such words. though they are tough,, you can always seem to find the meaning behind them. nice job, and what a wonderful beauty it is.
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