Thu, 08/17/2017 - 10:32 -- Pbazan


United States

Once upon a time...


The sky felt the looks of a dreamy women,

For weeks,

she had hope again.

The sky listened to her,

She was speaking a very old story,

That made a bonfire in her heart.

One after another, 

Her treasures were stolen.

No longer in the fountains under the trees of laughter and kisses.

In the beginning,

Had she seized their greedy and eager hands,

Lying without seditious placards. 

Worn out with grief, 

She put everything up for sale.

Abandoning the colors of her face,

For the skin on her arms. 



This poem is about: 
Our world
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