I saw it bleeding, its shimmery rays,
So bright, all its Grief hidden in its grace.

Seemed so high, so unbeatable, so illusional/ its bly,
Far beyond visions, decayed roots they lie.

Fate in the bright and grimy in the gloom,
Sun and its story's left half bloomed.


© anon_7
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