Around The Clock Poem by Reeta Howard
Around The Clock
My bones burn
Ashes become dust
We smell the undead
Fire freezes the core of your heart
when all hope is gone
there is none to look for
how many people feel the same
i ask myself
crashing angels
falling glass
circle the skies
who is there
where is there
and where it smashes
is where it bleed unti l
fall down
down to the grown
Monday, February 4, 2008
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