Unravel
The morning sun
walks on the street,
Smiles, greetings, goodbyes
Everything in between
Your love and mine
The ephemeral state
High hopes
Restless desires
Change me back
Make me whole again.
Unravel
The morning sun
walks on the street,
Smiles, greetings, goodbyes
Everything in between
Your love and mine
The ephemeral state
High hopes
Restless desires
Change me back
Make me whole again.
poetheart87 commented on Unravel
07-23-2009
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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