adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Enter, a poem


I shall enter you
as a conqueror enters
a captive city, with sword

and a smile. Time shall
wash clean the streets of blood.
All hurt is forgotten

in days of peace, and of faith
in impregnable walls.
Believe, again, believe,

as I enter you
with a smile

Stephen Brooke ©2015

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