Poem #3 Poem by Brian Young

Poem #3

Rating: 5.0


The gentle air sat duly,
Atop the innocent snow.
The blood ran thick,
Behind the winds echo.

Light does not travel,
It expands,
It flows,
At such a rate we can't see,
But it's still there dispersing,
Evermore, elegantly, with no rule,
Into darkness and the Sea.

All the metals and the magnets
Sharing their use.
All the metals and the magnets
Sharing the abuse.
All the metals and the magnets,
Yet light is the recluse.

If
Time keeps killing,
And
Space spawns,
Then
Who is guilty?

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a older poem i wrote in while still in high school.
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