Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
moePoems
the wind does not howl. the sun does not shine. Concrete paste thickens, and into thought we dive. persecution of the divided , well managed, we lie.
0
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 3:41 AM UTC
nothingmore;
the wind does not howl. the sun does not shine. Concrete paste thickens, and into thought we dive. persecution of the divided , well managed, we lie.
moe
Written by
moe
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 3:41 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem