I know homes where curses fly like feathers in the wind where - TopicsExpress



          

I know homes where curses fly like feathers in the wind where children sleep with empty bellies I know homes where traces of tears stain pillows where fathers dream of building a house with stones as walls. II I know homes where life is love buried like wanderers in a strange town I know homes where dreams are nightmares where dreams are remains of corpses I know homes where echoes of hard times deafen ears where stories are bloody chapters of a gloomy past. (RMG)
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 20:02:39 +0000

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