rraefyn

I like to write... Write a mountain. Anger... lays wait in stony silence Hides under quiet tremors behind pale pursed lips etched into bony planes The weight of Angels Fallen on rocky shores Lashed by unshed tears Molten droplets searing A bitter truth,unspoken. Anger... Hot and dry as the midday sun The lavic bile of a life Cremated into grey bitter ash by the absence of Grace. RRaefyn 2009 11/30