Archive for November 27th, 2007
War Wounds
A curl upon whispers
spooky sands of ossuary
And the moment smells heaven.
Wrecked hopes playing ’silence’ in the wind
feeling freedom sleeping in the burning dust
And this place……. i call ‘heaven’.
For love is like a green caterpillar;curling smoothly in the winter leaves and the sun shines to relate the beauty
Pick it up and swallow
And you’ll know the taste [...]
