With Each Surprise
image from bbc.co.uk
It's in your eyes
The swamp of tears
A net of promise
Ionic bonds
leave a jumbled mind
You Klever one
the world is famished
For things we pick
and cotton wrapped
Sweet balls
Rotating orbs of life
Look at the wild ones
Their in distress
The kiss of death
has come near miss
They ache for Rope and Sorceress
Hand me a robe
for naked skin
the soul that's left
whose died within
A sip of hope
a lick of promise
Devastated by polished
Leather shoes.
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