Whatever the Poets May Say
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Cinquain 001
Sadness...
Over my heart,
The cold spreads; makes me numb,
And finally fades as the mem'ry dies...
Buried
Somewhere deep in my tortured soul,
Caged like a mockingbird,
Never to sing,
Broken.
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