Tears streaming through my poems, <br />wounded words sailed through the oceans. <br />The night outside has wings <br />strong enough to sweep my soul away. <br />Wires were strung across a sunset sky, <br />wounded lines sailed by and by. <br />Darkness left as I crept to my bed, <br />nothing can happen <br />more beautiful than death.<br /><br />Jessel Jane Tevar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wounded-4/
