Shell Poem by Him Name

Shell



empty...hollow...vacant, it's the poet who writes the eclipse of my heart in the twilight of my soul its the artist that paints a broken picture, the composer that sings a detached song. Yes to have the passion of a past long since forgotten...

Thursday, November 20, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: forgotten,passion,song
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