We miss the gold of yesterday
Wonders wreathed in mistletoe
Complication, infatuation—what moved those hours so?
An apathetic dynasty
Built atop misguided mirth
Elementals, complementals—for what were such dreams worth?
Illusions move elusive hearts
Myth denies most precious schemes
Coruscating, gems dilating—starry eyes so starved for dreams
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Poems for Peculiar Children
PoetryThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!
