Pale White

looking for lost love
pale white

the color of the sky
on grounds past bombed

luck was patient
once and twice

then peace comes
love looks upon what was lost

flashy red gloves
maggots on a red apple

no one welcomes this
madness
there is only respect but once

time heals all
time heals all these pain

each one
suffers.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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