Thursday, January 10, 2013
Cradle
Who does this cradle hold? Swaying back and forth
The pendulum between right and wrong,
It hides from tight embraces and rolls in blood
This time of nonsense that comes from hidden shores.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
-
Placed in a hole, I’m waiting for a beacon to shine its light upon my hand. To look at you straight into eyes, cast down up cement memories.... -
We are the agents of despair knocking on your door. If you answer you will see a sickle and scythe, We are not malicious nor will we come af...
-
Time did not stand still It shaped its road for us to leave the past To rain soaked pavements, fallen leaves, high altitudes underneath the ...