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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Review Chain

Submitted: December 11, 2018

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Submitted: December 11, 2018



In a world of divinity, A blue beautiful sky

Today is pure and innocently high

Under this angel like purity, we kept asleep

Our guilty and sinful flower in deep

All the feathers, of our wings

Are falling from the sky

I wonder if we have time to realize

That we are still covering our eyes

I want to push all of you away

Wearing a kind mask everyday

Made me a demon to me

Though, I couldn't and can't be the escapee

Without cleaning the dust or guilt

We paint our heart in black just to silt

Knowing one black cloud can hide the sun

And to us, the game has been won

This game has rotten our hearts

But this smell makes us smarts

If there's still time to heal this bizarre

Before it leaves a scar

I want my fears to be scoured

Chaining my legs made me a coward

But they're known as well manners

Though, we knew and know there are abusers

We notice the spot, never the glows

Never see the that over the thron, there's a rose

Now is the last time to be wise

To ignore all the eyes

And all those talks

That hinder our all walks

We knew and know that sky is blue

We lock our animals in this zoo

Animals are to be under the black sky

Akward rules never let them fly

Wearing my own costume

Even under a lonely sky

A brave flower can bloom

© Copyright 2020 MARIA KURENAI SHINOHARA. All rights reserved.

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