Grass Maze
Welcome to the day,
a boring drag of thought.
Longing for breath,
as the brilliant Balius battles-
the remaining refugees, of the mind.
Welcome to the night,
the manor opens, the garden-
a parfum arises, the sepulcher looms
begging to be joined.
The grave of heroes
the sepulcher engraved-
Imagination.
Copyright © Luis Martinez-Rivera | Year Posted 2013
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