Pitiful Slumbers

Poisonous cries,

Candle light dies,

School girls gather

On the run~away.

Black eyes die,

Too sad to cry,

Four boys run astray.

          Wrinkling, wrinkling


Prancing thorugh the

Smoke in a dance.

          Shaking, shaking


Upon my enchanted rings..

          To die, to live


We all wished to be


The dirt covers

Mother’s arm.

          Gracefully warmly,

Dust is circling, circling

Upon my silver dreams,

So smile just for me…?


This poem is about: 
Our world


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