A cavalry of giggles
charged my lily bed,
yanked off fistfuls of colour,
heedless of the countless hours
I lavished on my cherished chalices.
I watched, did nothing.
Was it too difficult
to don a frown and shout?
Or did I recognize
a shadow of my secret self?
charged my lily bed,
yanked off fistfuls of colour,
heedless of the countless hours
I lavished on my cherished chalices.
I watched, did nothing.
Was it too difficult
to don a frown and shout?
Or did I recognize
a shadow of my secret self?
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