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Sunday, February 22, 2015



Delicate shapes are forming
beneath an umbrella of
kaleidoscopic petals
longing yearning forever
the too blue skies of freedom

Impossibly tiny shrines
post apocalyptic tombs
hopeless, fearless and dreamless
perched on a mantle of peace

Until or indeed unless
that river of blood runs dry
still the deal remains uncut