Beating hearts lay beneath,
where souls, dead, from love awaits.
Armour as toughened emotions,
chained and beaten.
Yet, hope, holds quietness of mind.
Waning torment and time.
Eventually comes peace.
Strength resolved.
Pivotal.
Resolved strength.
Peace comes eventually,
time and torment waning.
Mind of quietness, holds hope yet.
Beaten and chained emotions,
toughened as amour, awaits love.
From dead souls,where
beneath, lay hearts beating.
Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 9:01 PM UTC
Beating hearts lay beneath,
where souls, dead, from love awaits.
Armour as toughened emotions,
chained and beaten.
Yet, hope, holds quietness of mind.
Waning torment and time.
Eventually comes peace.
Strength resolved.
Pivotal.
Resolved strength.
Peace comes eventually,
time and torment waning.
Mind of quietness, holds hope yet.
Beaten and chained emotions,
toughened as amour, awaits love.
From dead souls,where
beneath, lay hearts beating.
Just trying out a new poetic form. The Palindrome
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