To breath the sane air
and see the same sights
We entered this doorway
and made our vows
that even when our sails are down,
and our light is dim,
and we are lost at sea
we will not forget
the warmth of the other
His love was like a cloke,
embracing her,
protecting her from the howls
of the wind and
the viewers verdicts and sins.
To breath the same air and see the same sights.
To enter this doorway together
and never look back.
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Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poésie"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
