Lasting touches of beauty
12 October 2025

Invented
Tales of the living
Lies they bring
flags flying
The discourses cemented
by guards demented

We live lies
White and black altars
stage for spies
Buzzing flies
find road to our inner skies
where the foot falters

Though tongue slips
I keep my head high
Smothered sigh
escapes lips
The word it aches for just quips
scorching my mouth dry

Hope duty
I reinvent sky
butterfly
Bright words fly
Lasting touches of beauty
embrace soft my eye

Reading of the poem:

Clann – Once again