Nights in June

Wed, 02/21/2018 - 14:26 -- Mateos

It doesn't matter how you see it, 

Pools of various shades in blue, purple, & pink;

Blood stains the heart 

And stenches the brain

From all its senses,

Except 

The lost feeling of self-defeat. 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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