Up from below I come
A bit of poetry, a bit of this and that.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Becoming.
Dead poets. Lite the world through the pain.
Lighting the words for the newcomers to pain
Old to new
Life to lite.
Dark the death
Living for the words and thinking of the sorrrow..
Growing old with useless emotions
Becoming new to the pain.
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