February 8, 2018

A tarnished pledge.
Only angelic beings can stay true,
But who is?
Dew appears simple and sweet,
Vanishing into mid-air,
Leaving the grass dry and bare.
In a blink,
Something so innocent can become corrupt.
It is forgotten,
Like all promises.

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