Mammon is their FatherA Poem by Amber Victoria Tudor
I’ll name my daughter Silver
My son, Gold
Eternity will shimmer
Like spectrums in summer
Dreams sparkling down
White walls
Sparing any unnecessary
End
Poetry will play in gardens
Dazzled with raspberries
And roses without thorns
The days of stopped time
Will stop
While whimsical air
Spreads seeds
In places never known
Uncertainty has been a Master
Where slaves are rarely born
But
This will cease in Whispers
Hope is never found in pockets
© 2008 Amber Victoria TudorReviews
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4 Reviews Added on July 15, 2008 AuthorAmber Victoria TudorLake Forest, CAAboutAspiring writer, professor, championship poker player, world traveler, etc. Enjoy. or not. also, check out my online magazine, more..Writing
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