LabyrinthA Poem by Kristine Ferg
Listing with an opened hand,
the claw begets the Mighter's stand to crease beyond us, lairs begotten, fought and told afar. there clings a soldiers there in folds of worlds with light and air, a place for such a grimaced reaper to take you, break you here. it's where all the minds bend to platter-ed fantasies and wears beyond their means, in the slightest situations where confrontations are the lowest and the children only live above the knees. © 2011 Kristine Ferg |
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Added on July 3, 2011 Last Updated on July 3, 2011 AuthorKristine FergAboutI'm just another person. Just like you; my art the object of knowledge in understanding who I am and how I am. And that, simply, is enough about me. more..Writing
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