Forsaken (Poem by Lara Wood, Sketch by Elizabeth Moorman)





Forsaken


                                  The smoke still gets in.

                                                                                                          The spark from the flame,

Is the only color that God

                                                           Has forsaken me to see;

It burns.

                             How am I alone to hinder

                                                                                                         This dynamic growth of light?

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  1. Unknown5/14/20, 9:19 AM

    I love the spacing of this poem and it really gives the art a deeper meaning and thought!

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  2. Unknown5/15/20, 11:06 AM

    I love the spacing of this poem and it really gives the art a deeper meaning and thought! - Louise Sprunt

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