This coming…

Lucid dreams within dreams
our shadows silent cold, dark house
torn paper and I,
On stained sheets your eyes
bitterest fog; blood stained face
messages nine lives,
In a stream again
under blessed skies; lost highway
in her eyes flutters,
my old home feelings
hard-pressed and strong early snowflakes fall
blood stained face struck down.

VMV©2012

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One Response to This coming…

  1. bg says:

    then get up again , there is nothing more magnificent than a bloody warrior 🙂

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