Metamorphosed Memorabilia Poem by Ailbhe Eighteen
Metamorphosed Memorabilia
In my pocket are treasures of ugly
Black pebbles
Rotten bones
Sad tune of weariness
All in a hanky of tiresome
I walked in the night
Glittering lights of isolation greet me
Tiny dots flickering hope in the heaven
Take hold of demise hovering in me
It is what they whisper
Then I gave away my treasures
I let it go to the stars
They'll look down on me
Saying. ''Good evening jeune femme! ''
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