The only beautiful things in this world are those things that endure and grow beyond impossible odds
The green of leafs burnt in my memory
the auspicious harbors of a vindictive sea.
the grey catacombs of the rhythmic tapping of underground currents
Time is the great equalizer.
courage is ever fleeting in that reality
The tree of knowledge is now spent.
all fruits picked and it's seeds spread thin
on mounds of concrete.
roads of cement and docks of self pity
the round table of equality broken in three parts
the knights now fight 'til mourning
while Guinevere and Lancelot
run amok in the kingdom
Mother nature's shade unbalanced by winter's bleeding edge
a nose dive by great magicians into the frozen lake of commiseration
blood on thin ice.
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