Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

Bite March 29, 2017

Filed under: MORE,What it is — nomisyar @ 00:25

angels
sleep gently
and
sandman’s tea
is cold.

but deep
into the quiet,
where only hearts see
i feel,
me…
yearning
for a touch
of glory,
or
victory’s embrace.
or
the Beauty
enshrined
in her smile
and
her face.

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