By Nightsoul
Date: 22 March 2001
NightSoul
NightSoul
Stumbling through the night, lost, I fall.
The world trembles at the tears,
Cascading from the fractured wall.
Stumbling through the night, lost, I fall.
As ancient voices whisper and call.
Offering wisdom in couplets borne of the years.
Stumbling through the night, lost, I fall,
While the world trembles at the tears.
**Toklas, I'd really appreciate a very hard critique.
I don't want to embarrass myself at this poetry thing, Ok?
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