Sad Eyes Look Down

by

Questions of days ruined,

Where white horses run a stray,

Tranquil by innocence,

Trampled by trust,

Lifted by lies,

Sacrificed for civility,

Garnished by pity.

Reflecting fear,

Cultivating hope,

Wisdom cherished,

Immune to labels,

Of religious,

And political faiths,

Constructed by time.

In a storm of dreams,

Sparring with seduction,

In a wave of disaster,

Refreshing a smile,

Of better days,

To the wisdom of innocence,

In the moment, of today.

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by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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