Heaven on earth.
My soul search.
House graves.
Possessions slaves.
Doubtful attrition.
Mindless submission.
Gravity pirates.
There's a place in my heart.
For fearless animals of the dark.
There's a place, a place somewhere.
Sanctuary in the man.
Uncertainty in your plan.
Missionary is the position.
Unfettered the decision.
There's a place firefly.
Forest dark we spark.
There's a place, a place somewhere, a place nowhere near here.
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Salad Days
PoezjaSad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
