A
pink veil drifts; the fir trees bow
as
pearl globes wink and blue capes trail.
Stars
bead sun hair; buds flow from lips
rapt
faces spark gems; hands clasp to pray
for
cities of ice where acid rots men.
Lead
spikes stab faith; hate lobs her boils
rocks
groan in pangs; the gifted souls writhe
their
mute tears gush and salve earth's woes.
Great message inside this poem!
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