The Waterfountains Of Repolished Hallways - Poem by Robert Rorabeck
In these days are bared their new songs,
Like waterfalls gushing over the open wounds of windmills
That epic heroes have become too lush to
Ever fully explore: all of the rich aphrodisiacs spread in unison
Across the forest floor,
And amongst the pallid feet of aspen: flickering like hot blooms,
Like house plants cared for too well to ever survive again
Back into the forest,
While butterflies are too quick, and they will soon be underneath
Just as her lips reinvigorate across the water fountains of a
Repolished hallways that doesn’t have to care to remember me.
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