Brosnian
Broken wings don't fly
Stone doesn't weep for thy,
Only the decayed understand
The way of life leads to the dead,
It isn't a boring vicissitude
Vapidly crumbling transitorily from the crude
Ways of men and the history of their brooding
Under the bridges of trolls dueling,
Instead, taking up the mantel of peace
Sprung from the falling of pieces.
brosnian1 [] wv/t2 to crumble, decay, fall to pieces, rot, wither, be corrupted
Copyright © Kathy Anderson | Year Posted 2020
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