Snowdon King

Rookie (12-04-1975)

Giving In - Poem by Snowdon King

Do stop your sandglass, time blinded by forgetfulness
Sand is my heart lost in wondering whispers
I weep
Memories are the path of pain
in the very womb of tranquility the dying love
is born

I shed the shadow that keeps my soul alive
the footsteps lost in the nowhere
I break
Ice is my temple of dreams and thoughts
Pilgrim spirit in the desert winds
to be

tr - Vanda Florea

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 25, 2010

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