My hollowed eyes pour light upon the earth for you.
Turning that dim murk into a clean morning.
Stealing the shadows from the flowers.
Allowing them to bloom and spread their beauty.
Scents of lilac and honey assault my blind heart.
I would burn it all.
But then I would not have you.
About the Creator
Brier
Im a drunk steel worker from Wisconsin that enjoys writing. Currently working on my first novel and doing some short stories in the mean time.
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