Beautiful Madness
There is nothing left here,
nothing within a wasteland;
Wrong; we can rebuild
with the magic of chaos;
A spark of pandemonium
ambitious and uninhibited
propelled by inevitable demand
shines a light on the darkness within;
A ball of beautiful madness
rolls gathering force
consuming the overgrown path
laying the way for something new.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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