10 january 2012

poetry

Michael
Michael

Whispers

New houses of old, laid upon earth of broken bows.
Crows above stone pick the moss as it openly grows.
Dress rehearsals in the snow. Sun kissed masks with no hello.
Smiles and cries thrive on lies.
Walk with me.

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