UNTITLEDA Poem by SINDEA flame burns till late, Illuminating worthy inmates...My mind's a sketchy scroll, Victim to the quill-my soul, Blotted in the ink of desire, Constantly stained in the mire, Of thought-muddy and wet, Yet in pitch black sunset, A flame burns till late, Illuminating worthy inmates, Confined in my mind, So I'll purpose to find These sketches and into them Breath life... -Sindednis © 2011 SINDEAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on November 14, 2011 Last Updated on November 14, 2011 AuthorSINDENairobi, KenyaAboutI write what I see Write to make it right Don't like where I be... -Jaco Wasalu more..Writing
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