Category : Poems

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Fragmented lives
Friends from the past
Groups all there in own space and time 
None of it will last


I move through the crowd
To where my soul leads
And I find a broken angel 
With broken wings.


All the lives and times are nothing but a vapour
A breath from the past
Forever knowing 
None of it will last.
I can't escape seeing all those things
That terrible feeling, 
Of an angel seeing,
seeing me see her broken wings.