'slumbers'A Poem by Lou_tuvoi Who are we, whats our purpose?
Deep slumbers in reality bring deep thoughts.
Deep feelings bring deep scars. What stirs in mind Stirs in life. So we fake smiles and move on, would our slumbers move at last? Rhyming words are all thats heard, Pens slowly reach paper, they become friends, because thats what we do. We live and die by rules, our slumbers are still our slumbers. So what does that make you? © 2011 Lou_tuvoiReviews |
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