deepundergroundpoetry.com
'FLASHBACKS TO MY CHILDHOOD'
Softly falls Winters shade,
On those who stand
upon the unmade,
Not a glimmer of light,
Nor sparkle or shine,
Can reach the souls,
Of those untold,
Compressed into natures mould,
We feel the burden of her call,
As time slips through
our feeble hands,
Like dominoes,
We will stand.
On those who stand
upon the unmade,
Not a glimmer of light,
Nor sparkle or shine,
Can reach the souls,
Of those untold,
Compressed into natures mould,
We feel the burden of her call,
As time slips through
our feeble hands,
Like dominoes,
We will stand.
Published 11th Mar 2010
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 670
Commenting Preference:
The author has chosen not to accept new comments at this time.
22nd Sep 2013 11:54pm
like dominoes we will stand i love this great job
i enjoyed it great write and read
i enjoyed it great write and read
