Let us
Come back home
To our metallic bodies
Forged with
Pain, passion, purpose
Wielded iron throne.
Let our soul's sacred sustenance
Heal our sadness, cease surrender
To the ache of our
Battered, broken bones.
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An Anamnesis Of Spring √
PoetryI do not blame the rain for my tears. - Complete YT Spring Book Awards 2021 winner #33 in poems 3.22.21 #25 in poetry 12.10.22
hope
Let us
Come back home
To our metallic bodies
Forged with
Pain, passion, purpose
Wielded iron throne.
Let our soul's sacred sustenance
Heal our sadness, cease surrender
To the ache of our
Battered, broken bones.