Jun 2011
Days pass,
days pass --
shadows tread
the night.
Hearts break;
glass shatters
from above.
Grey eyes
blink back
the tears in vain.
And the world
comes slowly
to an end.
days pass --
shadows tread
the night.
Hearts break;
glass shatters
from above.
Grey eyes
blink back
the tears in vain.
And the world
comes slowly
to an end.
Written by
Adelaide Caron Dyson
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