Perchance Poem by bowdre bowdre

Perchance

Rating: 5.0


Languid, Lucid, Liquid Scream
Softly crumbling ecstacy
Deaths unyielding glare
The view a blur of sky and branch
Perchance to start again?

Will I draw comfort from memory?
All the scattered seeds of youth
Well-intentioned, misspent, or otherwise
They all take root

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