Tiny Child.

by Solus   May 21, 2008


This child's crime, dreams to be unborn.
Alone in sleep, no shelter for the heart.
Lost to thoughts, the curse to destroy.
Walls of fear, pain in mazes burn.
The child's fate, lost in the stones and winds.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Andree

    I like it. good job.