Alexandre Alphonse

Updated Ruin

The poet wrote a poem
About a black-eyed dog
A pink moon on its way
A fruit tree flourishing on the ground
And a road that’ll see him through. 

Not many understood.

He sung songs about
The things behind the sun
Local clowns, tramps
Oceans finding their shores
And a troubled cure for a troubled soul.

Not many understood.

Now we all do.

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