Coals Castle
There are castles of purest coal
festering ages of rusted iron toil
wisdom plays catch n call
with small birds, ( words)
playthings of the wind and mind
wakes eyes and that which no one saw
Knows the time and all the mines
are burning with your mortal soul
Brilliant castles of purest coal
Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-05-17 at 21:50
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