Friday, February 3, 2012

Emaciated

Emaciated

Thrown on the rocks than one day
Had been able to be a port, pier softly,
Still when you see in winds
How much time would not see another,
The farce is showing in irony
The time when you will slowly lose
And surely the mistakes are fatal
Killing that remains for me in agony
Strands are diverse and cannot even
Daring well as some of the destruction
Efforts are truly almost invalids,
The eyes from rage and volcanoes
Marking as it can and now exposes
On sunny days starving and emaciated...

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