Poem -
the hazy spectacle of our hope, like a living steam
the merit of our blasted kingdoms must lie in our pink mirage.
the hazy spectacle of our hope, like a living steam....
there it must rest, at the root of some tumultuous foam.
anchored to the fog like the shimmer of a lakeĀ
to a rear-view mirror.
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Comments
Short yet sweet, there is so much to this poem captured in few words, excellent.