The Blood Of The Mountains Poem by Cerulean Celyn

The Blood Of The Mountains



Day outside
The night I died
A corpse of a coward
I felt inside
But stars have flown
And we'll all go
I, under the mountains, and six feet below.
Affected by glances
Torn down by none
Mountains in my distance
The hour I'm done
But moments went by
And we'll all die
I, under the mountains, with dust in my eyes.

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Cerulean Celyn

Cerulean Celyn

Los Angeles, California
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