Thursday, May 31, 2018

One Morning After Childhood Valentine

Only young children worship the past
Love to dress up in heroic dimensions
Re-imagine some marvelous world
 
In order to adjust to this one aren’t they
Holding up their bright orange shields
Losing the last of their spirit-bodies
 
Baring their innocence completely
The little soldiers advance
On the last of the flowers
 
And some come already wilting
Like great teachers asking
How could this happen
 
But the wolf is already barking at the door
And the great armies of the Great Khad
Are still waiting in the yard to be defeated

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