Friday, March 11, 2016

poem of the day March 11


First contact of the soul
Long forgotten dreams
lost within the big cathedral 
Now the twin towers
control the sounds
of the temple 
No more clean water
coming from the original well
All that is left
is a scarred womb
A blocked reminder
of why it is
so hard to get back
the light after
the first few steps in the hall

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