MISLED!
By: E Tamoria
Why seek the vanity of the empty skies
you with fathomless eyes?
Why misled and beguiled by what you see
and cloaked your self with sanity?
Forever sewn with your night,
you will grop blindly in the broad day light.
And the blood rain will pour from the palm
of your hands.
© E Tamoria/winter
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