Longo-Geremia: Poetry

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Poetry

PROGENY: THE DYING GLOW I am the progeny The seed of many Before me I carry in my blood. I am the child of someone And from her womb I came A reflected spark of generations Different yet the same. I was loved by someone From birth to death The special one. Now I see in me that dying glow I know well... Sign in to see full entry.

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