Saturday, January 17, 2015

poem of the day January 17


Because
the bridge
was never
finished
travelers
were unable
to get into the
valley hidden
by the other side
The valley of
Eternal Hope
Heaven as it was called
No one
knew much
about it
No one had
ever returned
All they had
to go on 
were the
repeated
words of
generations
The songs
of salvation
glorifying the illusion
of delusion

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