GARDENS OF BABYLON
Hanging like Gardens of Babylon
a constant endeavor to not fall and hit the ground,
FIXING InVISIBLE CLAWS TO THE EDGE OF SANITY,
to not get invaded by clouds, lightening, and strokes,
And the small tribe of little elves
only creatures who still wanna-be-friends
Gazing to desperation s shine
in the last sparkles of hope in my scared eyes.
voice can be heard
from the sky above
the wasteland of ours,
Echoes : hold onto you.
The one never should be lost!!!
BY GOLNAR MOININAMINI
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Golnarmoininaminy (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A poem of hanging on desperately to what was. Nicely done and a mythical style of fantasy which is all that the past may be. Well done
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