Neelde Garden
In the end of everything I watch the fire
eat the bricks cement blocks perspire
not noticing the temperature has gotten higher
while endlessly escaping the mobs desire
the gothic spire dissappears into the clouds chest
hanging dead in the sky with no shroud fixed
in a world of giants you're small as a mouse is
one needle nuzzled in a garden of thousands
Copyright © Alex Roelfson | Year Posted 2013
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