Tuesday 23 October 2012

Sorrows song

Vast blue sky,
fringes of purple and  pink.
traced by a finger,
with no ring.

Does sorrow come to me?
Yes,
Sorrow is this soul
Mournful.



Time did not exist,
Arrows that pierce did.
this spirit snuffed.
wind blows,
blows at my dead soul.













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