Who are these girls around me?
Where have the children gone?
They used to run and play,
laughing at a silly song.
Now they stand, mature, too grown,
mindless oblivion is what they seek
in the amber liquids and dark corners
they now choose to inhabit.
Where have those children gone?
To rest in the darkness until they choose to awake.
Comments
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A curious, philosophical and mysterious poem. I loved it.
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thanks!
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interesting...
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