Dividing Line

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i see my frosted breath where warmth meets cold

where soul meets world

a stark reminder that i'm alive in an unfair, frigid world

breath drawn ever upwards to the heavens

i feel the tears trickling down my cheeks

where faith meets road

dragged downward, they've no other choice

no other place to go

cried in truth

born lofty and driven low

shed in the reality of anguish

wept in this rude, harsh verdict of woe

Reviews

[lightsong]

pete! Pete! PETE! again and again my friend...

"where soul meets world, where faith meets road, cried in truth, born lofty and driven low" wow! Wow!WOW! I wish I've written this! this thin line between reality and dream, world and heaven, pain and joy, sadness and happiness, love and loss... I bet Pete, I do Pete that You and your soul are able to visit these sacred places, feel it... write it. harsh world, harsh world indeed my spiritual friend, You have my tears too... but what we have but faith, OK music and poetry, and COFFEE :>

magnificent, splendid, sublime...