The prodigal sun is accepted back to their family's home
The prodigal shade can only be desperate down to their withered bones
So, I'm left wondering thus:
Am I the sun or the shade?
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Pandora's Box
PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by everyday life, love, pain and heartbreak. Basically my thoughts and reflections. Each poem, a reflection of either the words in my heart, the words in my mind, or the words on my tongue. Almost always though, they'...
