The foul turn into fruit

November 13, 2013

I was ones caught in a storm which tore my heart

Which was already worn 

 

Shivering stickiness

Of hardships experienced in loneliness

 

Yes reflected in the journeys of each others souls 

 

But yet alone forlorn 

Rifting in the destined drift 

Carrying us and being made to carry by us. The fruitful turned into the foul if fought in the current of how life evolves 

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