Monday, December 31, 2018

The thruth and the Snow

The thruth is white
Like the fresh snow
That comes down from heaven
And as the liar manipulates it
It becomes brownish and dirty
Like the snow
After it mixes with the salt and the mud and the steps of people and animal's excrement...
And neither can go back to be the way they were...

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The Broken Glass

 Shattered in pieces Over the cold dark floor Lays like a broken glass Red pieces of my broken heart I had it broken many times before And m...