SardonicismA Poem by saintenitouche
You figure it out
I shout, a deity, and mother nature bends her will
To please my quivering arrow.
My breath bows the boughs of mighty maples.
Shocking acid green against the purple.
I hope, in wrath, to pitch the pidgeons into bricks.
To crack so wide open, the sky I see my
And that you finally find yours.
© 2010 saintenitouche
Added on May 4, 2010
Last Updated on May 4, 2010
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