Blue Tinseltown
by grimbeau
he worshipped the sky
on which she walked
till one day
it caved in
left them floundering
in sky blue
starshell fragments
sharing cold fish pie
trying not to scream
coats of silvery window
he worshipped the sky
on which she walked
till one day
it caved in
left them floundering
in sky blue
starshell fragments
sharing cold fish pie
trying not to scream
coats of silvery window
Illusions shattered. I think that’s one of the saddest story lines. Love this poem.
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Thanks, Claudia
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