What used to be,
Mirrors turned on
Browned grass.
Beauty unraveled,
The stinging thorn
Exposed to bleaching
Sun.
Futile empire,
Fallen sunrise.
Draped upon
A waxing crescent,
Nocturne the
Paint she
Colors with
In quiet desolation.
Writing, the Universe and whatever occurs to me
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