The debris of a dream lies scattered,
buried beneath an unlived life;
The doors of death left ajar,
we live condemned to heaven:
The silence here is wounded,
and humanity has deceased;
Beliefs have fossilized,
shadow of the grave is immortal;
The darkness of truth here,
shrouds a destitute hope;
In the haunted night,
drowned lies my beautiful vale
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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"we live condemned to heaven...In the haunted night
drowned lies my beautiful vale" ...beautiful lines, beautiful imagery..
Thanks Archie..Would love to hear and know more about you!
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