Visions And Dreams Poem by DM W

Visions And Dreams



Blood red moons arise in visions and dreams.
Death's bride hides in molecular structures.
The children of light wait so patiently.
For the fresh, redeeming April rain, as
The old world of glory sighs and crumbles.
Although symbols and fables have now lost
Their power to charm, a new age stumbles
Into being. Will it survive the frost?

Wednesday, September 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: surreal
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