Jon Doe

As Some Forgotten In The Heavens That Return - Poem by Jon Doe

Here we rest, much careless life,
where colors return, in the oriole circus
The Detailed silhouette tarnishes red lines,
trusted with strings and ancient gilded crust,
By the unclear ears and tongs that thrust
From collective dreams, where sound rings,
By minds of too many scenes, now owning,
for an endower, that hurts of grave,
In the stolen worlds- of your glory blood
forgotten from love, the heavens return

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 23, 2010

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