Love in a mist.
But I missed it.
All I did was drown.
Soaking wet inside.

A beautiful flower.
Young and fresh.
Roots put down.
And a crack appeared through the window on the world.

No roses round the old oak door.
Spectacles crushed.
Visions spoiled.
Beauty of the planet tragically marred.

World herself speared on a javelin,
Invisible to the naked eye.
Sharp and clean and fresh.
The globe spins on another day.
Then death courts you.
Rips your heart away.

By ladylivvi1

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