One vile full
One sacred vile
Has spilt crimson
Upon the earth
Seeping liquid
Into its pores
Drowning
The souls of sons
Forever lost
On Sudanese soil.
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This is poetry about life...our lives...with all of our differences and all of our similarities wrapped up in a big box that contains who we are, what we know and what we do. Please feel free to comment and add poetry of your own.
4 comments:
i missed you so much
where have you been?
plese dont get lost in cyber space like that again.
drop me an email sometime yawerobin@hotmail.com
powerful words
in this piece.
thanks for
visiting my blog,
like the content and
accessibility of yours,
will return often>
Beautiful, as always.
Robin...I will...hope all is well...life as a way of chasing us down and taking our time...
Holly...thank you for your kind words. I love your site...your artwork is wonderful...colorful and inspiring and you poetry is astounding.
A -- my friend...your words always mean a lot to my heart...thanks!
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