Walking the streets, with a mind of pain and virtueA Poem by Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryShe swept in like a wraith Panicked whispers Screaming virtuous knowledge
On the call of the rain In such violence In a river of blood This is her wakening
Suffering frenzies of pain She lingers Aloft towers of ivory
Her scars As sweet as the kisses she lays
Her eyes as deep as the ocean Weeping agony
This soul struck witch Walks alone On a path of pain and virtue
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19 Reviews Added on May 17, 2011 Last Updated on May 17, 2011 AuthorSherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryKirkcaldy, Sherbs house on Sherbs street :D, United KingdomAboutI am Sherb of Sherbs Dreaming tree, Come inside and see, My marvellous range of tea. Haha Im Sherb I love poetry, it was my life for wuite a while and i have been suffering an 18 month block .. more..Writing
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