Architect

Posted on July 12, 2015 by alan1704

Catch your breath in an invisible stranglehold

For pain wears a heavy velvet cloak

Empty words

Empty hours

Time lies in vaults

Written on hills

A sonnet that never rhymes

A picture we cannot explain.

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Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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