little by little
we are heading towards a world
bright, tip toes dancing tightropes
no longer
our hands pressed against rosy cheeks
smiling and grinning
you're my golden flag
flying higher than stars
ourselves sinking deeper into
the flesh of society.
representation grows and
love triumphs over
colorless hate.
maybe it's not too late
for the world
to begin
again.
YOU ARE READING
little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
