Shards of Blue
Threadbare eyes hold long the night
secrets trip past most scathing blight
dual is the dark last to be unearthed
mirrored the lens a mind disturbed
Hark, the shrills prepare the abyss
left back to carry on a burden amiss
with the wind let the trembles lie
still where cherry blossoms die
Threadbare eyes hold long the night
sense forth dawn and hope of light
where tender tales are told of you
beneath most daunting shards of blue
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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