Burning Bridges

10 12 2008

On the run from his hun the bridges of past sorrow, on wings of melancholy

Cut my wings and make me run, the bridges ignite

At the force of the runner’s passage

Goodbye past, hello future

The poet burned all the bridges, now there is only

the straight and narrow path to…….

FREEDOM LIFE LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF DREAMS.

 

DECAYEDSOUL IS NOW SHUTING DOWN, TAKE CARE ALL MY BLOGGER FRIENDS. PEACE.

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