White collars
Evergreen skirts
Stroll the walls
Of Smeared ink
On the labyrinth.
All that hurt
Left us senseless
All that time wasted,
We were defenseless.
Lost our voices
For the ruthless
To raise their own.
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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
jailbirds
White collars
Evergreen skirts
Stroll the walls
Of Smeared ink
On the labyrinth.
All that hurt
Left us senseless
All that time wasted,
We were defenseless.
Lost our voices
For the ruthless
To raise their own.