November 8, 2017 10:17 pm
Between the walls of the ruined buildings plants grew wild
Some metallic angels flew over the houses and smiled
Merry pranksters fell down laughing long after the joke
Any resentment or anger had long ago gone up in smoke
Vintage remnants of times that will not be remembered
Scatter over the narrow path like a fire burned down to embers
Posted by Pamela Morse
Categories: art, creativity, karma, Nature, poet, poetry
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