spit on them: They are hollow too
spit on them: They are hollow too
Last edited by sundays50; 11-18-2008 at 09:18 PM.
wow... that is marvelous.. i liked it..
thats a great poem.. thx alot 4 sharing it...
"He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried,
He lived, and when he lost his angel, died.
It happened calmly, on its own,
The way the night comes when day is done."