Where agony and splendor kiss flowers are soon to grow.
Bloody and unwanted, petals wrapped in snow.
Eternity is blind but majestic all the same,
Her magic whole and perfect, light disguised as pain.
Where anything stands singular, there is naught but dust.
Empty and familiar, the smell of death and rust.
A moment is observant but decaying all the same,
His trick is repetition, light disguised as pain.
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I really like the flow and rhythm in the rhyme of this.
Light disguised as pain seems a vivid torment for a poet to endure.
J
Thank you so much.
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