At the corner of a broken bridge, tears spoke of words we dare not - TopicsExpress



          

At the corner of a broken bridge, tears spoke of words we dare not speak, silent sobs, told the world of the ache inside, fickle fate slumbers still. winds like tempest, blamed the tree as falling leaves meet their ends. as one fate, the dying sun blamed the rising dark fickle fate still in her slumber, yearns not for wake. falling tears heavy with pain, blamed the crying eyes trembling hands pointed not to the man in the mirror silently, a crying voice screams, for today... fiickle fate still sleeps.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 04:03:45 +0000

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