April 27, 08
Angel winds, confronted with
Angel weeping, scar the valley
With hoarse whispers of the dead,
Sins untold of, betrayals uncovered,
Voices of the innocence can never
Be over heard.
So echoes, the Angel winds roaring
Never ceasing to tear the followers
Who sin and blame the water crystals
Who are forever pallid in death's ink
Remembering their innocence, never told
Or known.
So echoes, the Angel winds...
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
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