• alisdaire_ocaoimph 4w

    Glitter

    That upon some way ward search
    I feel the orbs of being colide
    Into those wants that so sustain a soul
    Dreams, fragmented wishes, goals
    Striving the delicate folds of existence
    To long for, need the vision whole.
    Ive held it strong within this blight
    Of woeful protest, stressed the invite
    To see her free, as once she was
    Strong to the breath, light to the dance
    But chained full sore
    To the vagrant strain
    Shes cries the desolute paths
    Where she births the agony
    her children tied to the knots of greed
    Cannot find their breath
    Decaying into the sweep of years
    Till soon, even they forget
    Fail to see their mothers form
    Upon the glitter of englands gold.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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