Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

from which we drink

you hold the goblet up high
yet drink nothing
towers burn, fields charred
visions blur, death –
time passes, and we learn
what was forgotten
again

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: triumph

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