Crushed Innocence
Hitting the road
Faster , faster
I defy a red light
Past the howl of crude winds---
her memory like a sharp blade
ripping love’s fragrant satin sheets;
a primrose in disguise,
mocking my innocence.
For Tarot Contest of nette onclaud
Written by Franco Gonza
No.1--The Fool 23 Jan 2015
Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2015
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