Futuristic and Medieval
I'm having some thoughts of the past.
Nobody has woken up amid night.
The seagulls replied with a steep scream.
Utterly hidden below heaps of stream.
Remembrances of a sad state of mind.
He was injured due to the singular of time.
On the verge of a social upheaval wind.
The agony of previous reviews of crime.
The action is still fresh in my memory.
Everlasting life is a state that is eternal.
That particular epoch has faded away.
The imply of a louder voice is not essential.
Do not squander time scouring for each other.
Springtime is one of their favorite seasons.
Please enable them to return to home forever?
And scents the delightful Michelangelo creations!
But things usually happen when I'm away.
Loneliness is all around me everywhere.
It pains me to reckon of the trips we had jointly.
The distance between the two places is prairie hare.
Is there anyone who can examine the mind?
I feel at ease as my pulse begins to slow.
A once-all-powerful genie who lost his aptitude
Servitude under rule through force of law!
We drew a picture of a dream.
We've all adopted an updated identity.
When will the sun bright again, for a fresh gleam?
Plants become sensory with time and worry.
Written: July 20, 2021
A BRIAN STRAND JULY 22 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Stand
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