VultureA Poem by A.A.RomanczukCracked stained glass and shards of sun Sorrow oozes out of my crippled fingers Concentrated life pools on the lifeless floor I look on wrapped in a robe of apathy I slashed myself open with the entrance of love It now threatens to peck out my liver © 2012 A.A.RomanczukReviews
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7 Reviews Added on August 6, 2012 Last Updated on August 6, 2012 AuthorA.A.RomanczukNJAbout“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde Feel free to check out my first publis.. more..Writing
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