Underyling
There's fear in the air
A ladies honour is downplayed
You may find
a snowball of a chance
in a ladies eyes
To crouch in the forest
golden ringlets, broken dreams
A way to love
A way to lie
Yonder the slow slang rain
yet the wind rises high
A mirror made of frozen time
A lovers reach of petrified wine
Broken blooms blossom
A fire burns blue
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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