Written by Emily Harstone | February 26, 2018
the poetry of earth still alive
we could rise up like trees
The fire within me broke loose.
Red haze. Eyes glaze. Mind daze.
His rage matched the sky.
Beware crimson skies, they hold lies.
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the poetry of earth still alive
we could rise up like trees
The fire within me broke loose.
Red haze. Eyes glaze. Mind daze.
His rage matched the sky.
Beware crimson skies, they hold lies.