The Ceramic Castle: (poetry + sketchbook pages)

helpless, watching the bombs fall
from a shattered sky
as they hit the ground trembling
and burn into memories of laying in the prairie
towards gazing meteor showers and shooting stars
that give life to flowers crushed in the palm of their hands

mourning tragic moments
has a way of
showing us the truth
exposing all the cracks and flaws
in this ceramic castle that we built

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