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Through Jaded Eyes

15 Sep

(An original poem by Ty Thomas)

Sharp points on verdant pine,
faded blooms of winter’s coming,
whispering drops of storm’s creation.

Children dance and laugh and play,
insects chitter in joyful abundance.
All while jaded eyes glare over them

and see nothing but a wasteland
waiting to be sowed. . .

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Posted by on September 15, 2011 in Original Works, Poetry

 

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