JOURNEY

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

He takes his mothers hand
She leads him
Faces without smiles
Ahead the empty miles.

A journey he had made before
Remembering to close the door
On an evil which often hides
Itself behind beautys smile.

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  • L. B. Mek

    Poetry
    as subtle as it was designed to be
    Beauty
    (thank you! dear Poet)



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