Coming home

Though my passions raged, endured
Through the shadows, burning bright,
I have never felt so sure,
It has never felt so right.

I have plundered foreign lands, and
Made a king forsake his throne.
After all ironic blunders
It's akin to coming home:

Navigating puns, omissions,
Our mutual disguise
For a spark of recognition,
Slowly dawning in my eyes.


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Where have you been with your nice poetry;as nice,as you

Давид Синицын   08.05.2018 12:01     Заявить о нарушении
Thank you. I am excited I am finally writing again, don't know how long it will last:)

Кристина Девулите   08.05.2018 14:19   Заявить о нарушении