Below is the poem entitled Intangible which was written by poet
Emerald. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Walking past a river there lies the ruins
In the center is a shrine of copper
The guardians are ghosts of future
Made of intangible blues, but then
before you realize that these humans sing
You only hear the sound of admission ring
Ears cannot go a day without madness
unless one hears the song of ghostly hymn
so you travel back to the copper wreck
to understand the song of admission
then looking down to your shoes
which now are made of intangible blues...