Familiar Foes
sometimes..beneath conceited clouds we swirl~cloaked in rainbow radiance..
self-serving songs sung by familiar faces~ but are we too naive..
to see past nebulous spheres ~ cunning wings of bittersweet butterflies..
not every tuscan twinkle is gold ~ nor do they speak tea rose twilights..
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2023
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