All Before The Blue King Poem by Alex Rose

All Before The Blue King



All before the blue king

Gripping, reaching, his kingdom blossoms

The colorful solitude of nature

Nurturing the undeveloped emotion of his creation

Feet weary, not born to run, so he died to fly

The shelter of denial suffocates

Our survival, independent of tragedy

All after the blue king.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,happy,life,nature,poem,poetry,sad,sonnet
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