Said a phantom, "Look around!"
Take apart this skull-bone walls
Take your skin off for a while
Like a child who sees the lights
of the Christmas tree at night
Fire burning with delight
In a puzzle you did right
Circus of smoke, oblivious hypnosis
Violet walls and flowery bedsheets
Rosemary arms try to reach my heart
Would Rosemary cry if she saw what I'd sang?
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Author:
M. Candelaria (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 30th, 2025 12:10
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A most cryptic poem not knowing what Rosemary sang. Most interesting
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