I saw her standing
on the stairs.
Her eyes,
enslaved me forever.
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Saturday, April 1, 2017
A Poem ... Exhausted Soul
Exhausted Soul
White page
Empty dream
Gilded cage
Heavy beam
Sparrow song
Stumbled flight
Day long
Longer night
Mirrored face
Weathered lines
Barren place
Bitter wines
Slumber calls
Heavy toll
Angel falls
Exhausted soul
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