Selfish Reality
Thrones of silk and gold
Were made to adorn “the cold”
Restless were the innocent souls
Dependent on the embers of coal
Together we collected pieces of shell
So we could make sustaining shelter
Barefoot they were, lost was the purpose
Together they made heaven out of hell.
Giving all they possibly could
made it eternally deep & noble
Smiles on their faces were bold
Deep down, hearts were molded in gold.
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M. Sana | Year Posted 2015
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