delicate history

they tread over broken bones

remains of the lost city of stones

and the wind gathered all its dust

while the people misplaced all of their trust

and their falling eyes looked into growing skies

and saw the patterns of the rain compromised 

as they twisted back to front to rewind

histories into star signs and songs

cold dead hearts were buried in the wrong

as the writers were right and trudged on

they told the universe where it belonged

they sang their way into the strong

as life fell over them they linked it into

arms

and walked on through history

immortalised

unharmed

 

 

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