Tuesday, 8 January 2008

Untitled :)

Trickling along,

Crimson beads shining,
Flowing along the length,
Warmth flooding,
Pain pooling.

The cool breeze,
It blew on, a puff,
And the little droplets froze,
Along the strands of time,
The pain, stoic, now.

The soul's wound still raw,
The physical gash running red,
As droplets of blood fell, tinkles heard,
And the tears that befell,
Echo on, unheard, still.

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