Thursday, March 21, 2019

The River

It runs like a snake from extreme to extreme of the country
bringing life, and yet, one day, it just rises like a giant
bringing death...getting back what is rightfully his...
leaving misery behind, like an unfaithful men,
destroying, like an angry warrior...

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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...