Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By Mark Lindsey

Under the cool water there lives a lady.
She sings a sad song of world’s past.
Of how they rose and sank,
And never dreamed of a better place.
Where freedom and beauty are the lords,
And God is in the good heart.
Of how the worlds were destroyed by a solitary evil.
The evil of the brotherhood of man,
Which exists only in the heads of dreamers.
She is the last of a world,
And she hides…

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