Warsaw Poland
camped out behind
the baltic sea
the making of me
washes up apon
blood soaked stones
of cunning tides
behind the vacant
graves apon our
burial ground
silence abode
all movement
abroad
Copyright © Yolanda Joy Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
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