Solace is an elusive dream, shattered lives are all too close in society, I wish i could help them heal but i must lick the wounds of my own affairs.
He enters the home as if it were his own.
* SHATTER *
She drops the plate to the floor
The neat circumference exists no more.
* SHATTER *
Flying through windshields galore
Life slows to a single beat.
* SHATTER *
Hearts collect, all sore
Seeking wings to just soar.
* SOLACE *
Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-05-27 at 03:02
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SHATTER
He broke the glass at the front doorHe enters the home as if it were his own.
* SHATTER *
She drops the plate to the floor
The neat circumference exists no more.
* SHATTER *
Flying through windshields galore
Life slows to a single beat.
* SHATTER *
Hearts collect, all sore
Seeking wings to just soar.
* SOLACE *
Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
Read 770 times
Written on 2006-05-27 at 03:02
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