Crystal tears ..
fallen from the skies..
Prisms of color
explodes on hard ground..
Crystal slivers..
Bite into her skin..
Shedding blood..
drops at a time..
These crystal tears..
turning red..
Fallen girl..
The blood now
flowing ..
Crimson colors she
does not dread..
Letting herself fall
into heavens golden bed..
Wonder where she is going..
Knows she will not last..
Knows she will soon be dead..
She thanks the heavens..
Freedom at last..
Nothing left
But red broken glass.
The deep feels protrayed in this write .. well done.
Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2003
Had to sit back for this one and really get into it.
funny thing about crystals they don't let in the light but they give you a different way of looking at it.
~Nikki~
Love
Tony:)
-Bear
funny thing about crystals they don't let in the light but they give you a different way of looking at it.
Reindeer
Love and peace,
Susan