The haven

Havens
poetry keeps in store for us
for the hard times
those blue skies
these purple grounds
the haven of the broken
where shall we go, now?
we have no soul, no vision
no heart, no being
no feeling of existence
no mixed emotions
no conscience and guilt
the life that used to overwhelm us
with its power and its beauty
is withered

and our haven is all dark.



Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-12-12 at 15:35

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