Comfort's Distance
Comfort's Distance When the dust blows Eyes are closed We miss what we should have seen We walk back to our homes Children roll in the thorns And we dream The heat of the fire As flames rise Disguise the chill in the air We lay down on the floor Like the dead of a war And don’t care.
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Darius
I'm into poetry that flows through me, more as an emotional art-form than a traditional construction, but I do appreciate most of it.
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