Daily Bread

Church bells summon

sinners to their Spanish

castle walls whilst black

or blue of middle skies

resound to pealing calls

and from an oven in a

kitchen sneaks the smell

of daily bread that makes

her think of greater sins

than those inside her head.

And as her mind reflects upon

the one that is not near the

smile turns just to camouflage

she finds comfortable to wear

for there was a time when

mornings thus the bells

brought her to him but

lately they just bind her heart

with love incapable to share.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-03-18 at 12:55

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