Saturday, July 21, 2012
Our Wounded Souls
My conversation with my friend "the hero" the other day stayed with me, as do many charged up conversations, it nagged me so I wrote a poem to exorcise the demon.
Our Wounded Souls
Like a leaky tap it nagged.
We ignored it.
What a mess we have to clean up,
Empty souls needing refills.
--Love Dawn
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