i place my objects of anguish and my rarities of aptitude under a source of light;
just like the fruit flies that are showered by the mellow dusky sunlight
and look like blown dandelions on their way to grant wishes;
i too wish my shortcomings are bestowed some ornate saving grace
to at least trick me, or perhaps give me some hope
that there is a strain of beauty to be found in this plangent rot.
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By lifebytheseashore
My sixth poetry collection and the fifth one in English. The title was inspired by one of my favourite songs... More