From Cinnamon and SandCastles:
I saw the dunes and it's stars morphe
Into woodland in the daylight
The next evening, the city streets
Were filled with protests, blood and tears
- Angel
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For Rose Tinted Minds
Poetry''Sometimes we wear glasses the color of rose, Our minds begin to hide things it already knows. '' Kurt James These poems are for the ones who love too hard, who fall too deep, even when it burns.
