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Stained Glasses

Colors that haste into action and broke into the skies

By KuroHoshiPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
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Stained Glasses
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A miracle

that a breath that can enter within my mouth

Only to exit

Craving hands gather around my face

Madness is settling with the sun

I'm broken and numb

Yet feeling loaded in my heart

So many smiles pass by

I'm breaking a shy sky

Wind tumbling onto my skin

It has begun with the night

A descent with neon glow

My passion explodes with ice

My hands jitter and pause

Eyes followed me here

Their words can't foster

I don't mind that I'm an imposter

I love playing a dangerous game

You can see it when I pull cards from my suit

I hold no character in them

Just a joke, on which I already know I'm the fool

And I'll bring peace once more for myself

(Read backwards now)

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About the Creator

KuroHoshi

A Poet, An Artist, and the person who tries to become a living star

I write the about the creatures from underneath my mind

Some are happy, others are truthful, but I'll let you decide what's their fate

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 months ago

    "Just a joke, on which I already know I'm the fool" This was my favourite line! Your poem reads so well forwards and in reverse!

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