Like a ghost, a memory, he came from the shadows
A broken war horse, an out-of-tune piano-
His eyes, dark and shallow
Such a powerful shadow
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of the Broken
PoesíaThere are voices that cannot be drowned, and writings that cannot be burned. That is because they have found worse and have slowly learned. And this is true. From them, comes the Collection of the Broken.
