Echoing of Songs
"Winds of fate have born thee, across this empty plain, and closed door with no key, but so many ones to blame. To
keep a river flowing, we all can make amens, but when the winter's snowing, no crack shows at the bends. With dark
minds and simple thoughts, we come to fix upon, the broken sparks of crystal tops, and the echoing of songs"
Copyright © G P | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment