Wet <br />dark <br />deep <br />unrelenting <br />hole <br />of <br />haven <br />sighs <br />sinking <br />slowly <br />loving <br />more <br />desires <br />crucify <br />the <br />truth <br />to <br />Miles <br />with <br />a <br />trumpet <br />laced <br />with <br />gold <br />and <br />ties <br />of <br />playing <br />welcome <br />lines <br />of truth <br />and <br />moving <br />music <br />will <br />ever <br />bloom <br />in <br />open <br />light <br />reflecting <br />on <br />real mud...<br /><br />Charles Lara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/real-mud/
