Shattered dreams resonate within her mind,
Filling her heart with hate;
knowing that prayers are too late
and nothing can change her fate......
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Pressed Flowers and The W.I.
5 years ago
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Neverending Questions (a quatrain poem)
Posted by Petra ~ at 8:23 PM
Labels: 100% Original Poetry, anger, Life is Cruel, poems by me
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