yellow and black
foiled,
united.
stinging lips
pressed in gold.
a thorn wrapped,
knighted
sewn in color.
the color of rage,
blood and fire.
born with a name like beauty?
here lies a dream.
in a fear.
waiting,
for a wind,
its temperament
of a truth or a lie.
a demand a mere night can hold.
a hostage,
I.
broken sky,
rained of cautioned time.
and its fate....
just another broken poem
and line.
di
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