we all have a message .


our sermon

the dry inks
from our wet blood
speaks
whisperingly to our neighbourhood.

yet,
only the uncommon
defies our sermon,
they say we're common.

let the uncommons
uncommonize our sermon.
for our wet blood
is thicker than blind words.




Poetry by whisperinvoiz
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Written on 2007-07-13 at 22:59

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Valerie
wow, very powerful. i like it! :)
2007-11-10