Friday, May 16, 2025

The Love I Once Had

The statues standing in the courtyard surrounded by the bees of spring

have not thought once of renegade soldiers

laughing on the soot of angel's wings

singed by fires of impunity the hellish heat has made me mad

strapped into boots and on a horse to ride headfirst into the love I

once had.



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