pessimist's hellA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonalmost paradise.sun-swords and their respective sun-warriors hack away at the ogreish clouds. among the towering daisies flowering into their artful form, we smile a little too deliberately.
the clocktower strikes thirteen. before the day is through, we will have faded. © 2011 Daniel AtkinsonAuthor's Note
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