A Poem By Lawrence Miller.

Images of the lost.

Clouded sun, reluctant to shine.
Wind into body piercing, soul shaking.
I collapsed here in your arms wavering attitude.
Freezes and very … immeasurably.

To heal is the objective – To cure is the goal.

Better part of me: pt.6.

From the start to the end.

Demonic poetry.

Poetry.

In these increasingly troubled times and menggalaukan sighed my soul.

Please do not punish me love ..