Powerful. I enjoyed the imagery.
We sold our smiles to the moment And shed our skins in The chilled night air (Everything looks so beautiful Through the veil of stars…) The air below is fogged by The synchronized breathing of marching men But our breaths are so sporadic; (Should we stop breathing Just for the sake of a steady beat?) Raw and naked truths dance through Metallic irises, Stained by mortal sin (We shackle ourselves to these frigid realties Just for some semblance of temporary release.) But then, the moment passes And our feet touch the ground, Heavy and graceless. (Now we can look into the mirror And find reason to smile.) |
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