Sonnet In Colors of Love and War
Under the impaled moon wounded by hours
Red clouds hide, stolen before dawn of day
Golden locks on little girls bounce then lay
Love light becomes trapped, lost in high towers
What is so precious hidden in power
Born in mornings creation from the clay
Youths in blue dresses dance away decayed
Red lips come kissed at birth in sun showers
Turbulence underscores the cost of war
Prisoners have no beauty, only waste
Time is one day's labor fought out of need
Who waits for strangers, closed behind the door
Pretty comes in pink with a bitter taste
A vase of bright flowers red blood and greed
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