Lies Part III

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This the last and final lies poem of what I have become.

Submitted: February 10, 2017

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Lies Part III

 

Whenever the drenched tower

made of clay has fallen,

it releases every broken spirit

that has once starred at it.

 

The soggy trees have finally

rested after begging the cup

of dried out eyes for a drink

of the sun so they’ll one day

see.

 

The rise, the last rise

has reached its peak

with the moon’s

children and will

now sleep until the

river stops hiding and

the cries in the air are anew.


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