Dark Matters Poem by Lydia Martin

Dark Matters

Rating: 5.0


Black,
Dust edged gilt of golden dreams
Cold,
Lost in haste of broken seams
Lies,
Fill the cup of life long hate
Fall,
Down the criss of crossed out fate.

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Antony Abhishek 20 September 2013

Lydia love this poem. It is small, but beautiful.

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