Don'T Think
A muse to many
Deprived solemnly
By its brothers forgiver
Taunted by his mind
Closely to touch
Fragile in the mists
Reused tantrums
Trickled tears
False horizon
That's his mothers vow.
Copyright © Michelle James | Year Posted 2016
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