they say this section does not get enough`l just keep posting and reading.

[these are just little clips in life, I try to pretty them up.]


A notion that had lifted
heart and piece of the soul,
the crime had no beginning
held on to and end.

A meaningless breeze it was,
rush past all good
buries itself in infractions
hurried on.

It had come to words
without sorrow,
the eager peace one seeks.
It had come to a sad thing
and left me apart..

Copyright © Vincent

"Grace always pours from a closing wound"