Hammers and chiselsA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoTo where?, he wondered Just a place, far away from catch-22s cast in stone And with that, he ceased to be puzzled and gave her a chisel to hold while he swung the hammer of bygones - it shattering his wry smile, and it vanished into chipped dust.
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1 Review Added on May 13, 2017 Last Updated on May 13, 2017 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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