These ridges sharper than a knife, cuts through me and craft me in to who I am.
Forever alone, they stand, tall as the undying spirit of a warrior.
Protecting all that takes shelter under their might.
The wrath they face is more than I could ever take.
And I learn from them little by little each day.
Like an apprentice from his immortal master.
~R~
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Parquet Dreams
PoetryHave you felt those amazing patterns of love, anger, lust, passion, compassion or any other emotion? In this lyric album I have collected poems of mine which say something to me all the time. And I am sure they will to you too. Cover art is my own...
