Broken and golden is one of the same To listen or deafen Who is to blame? When the sky falls down Broken and golden Is what remains When we’ve forgotten our names
Imagine: Future Language Arts teachers trying to figure out the meaning of this poem and coming up with something random and saying it’s true. The author (aka me) having no idea what it means at the time it was written. I know it has meaning I just don’t know what it is yet. Comment your opinion if you feel like it.
