MythsA Poem by SorenA melted dream runs down my eyes in drips of a scented past An echo of memory's velvet lies painted a stain on shadows cast
A trembling of ripples shakes my skin A breeze from the mind dries dark skies Flush fresh sewage into a black pond of sin wearing a bruised smile's disguise
Walking on Egyptian water whispering willow through willow A lamb to the slaughter in a reed basket with a pillow © 2024 SorenReviews
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