Cracks in the halls sing psalms
when the wind is strangled through them
Eyes gazing, searching for light
through fissures in cement. Never pleased with sight.
But the cracks in the halls sing psalms
when the wind is strangled through them.
A whispered breeze, a sigh through trees,
enters the open window and weeps
And as the cracks in the halls sing psalms
the wind struggles for breath.
The air stands still through their prayer.
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From the Heart
PoetryThe following novel is merely a collection of short stories and poetry as they were written 'from the heart.' And simply serve the purpose of expressing the Author's creative freedom without the hassle of conventional writing tactics used normally.
