Hidden meanings of the lights
Icy purity of sight
Crystal forest waits like ghost
Everything is virulent and lost
Children’s voices down the streets
Running quickly with the creed
Nothing obvious in the chaos
Sky falls furiously down
Latent love so far from duty
Taken in as faked beauty
Cooling lights of frizzy winds
Dragging through a lame belief
Endlessness of chilly times
Where hope will never rise
With the latex souls and hidden
They’re still breathing - foster-children…
Foster-children
© Copyright: Critique, 2001
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