Grief
And they said,
sing to the day's merriment
Concoct something true
Mould an object of light
A verse in shiny hues
Some words to enthrall,
you and us all
Little did they know,
of a blighted carcass,
in a casket of belief
lying rotten beneath,
A tombstone
With glitter
and amorous sheen.
Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2014-12-01 at 01:03
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