Blossoms

Rusted, monuments now;
Stoic reminders of the collapse;
There to see the start;
And end of a dream;
 
Streetlamps masquerade;
Stand ceremonial guard as darkness forms;
An elegant lattice that traps the;
Citizens within their fire-lit homes;
 
Not all, though;
Two ford the dark rivers to isles;
Claimed by a benign moon;
And sit upon the grass to reveal;
Inner selves;
That hide under the judging sun;
 
Luna holds no prejudice;
It gently smiles upon the two;
Whose hands drift towards each other;
 
All is not well in the world;
Where time and neglect have;
Made dust of triumph;
The dark becomes;
A rigid cage;
 
But also, for some the key;
The two hands clasp;
Love blossoms;
Love blossoms in the dark;

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