Sleepwalking
Holding a basket
Full of the flowers
That have grown from the blood of
Her forsaken ancestors
Bearing a smile
Charged with the sympathy
And lies
Of a hundred miracles
She laughs
A tired sun rolling over
This deceased horizon
To meet her innocent eyes
God has left us
But
Sleepwalking in a lost Eden
Innocence lingers
Copyright © David Paquin | Year Posted 2005
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