The first rays of the morning sun could be seen braking the night in the far horizon. Eos spreads her mantle, announcing the beginning of a new day. All alone in the unforgiving streets of a nameless city, a young boy lays in an alley silently weeping. Such a cruel world, that would allow an angel to be tainted by the darkness of human nature.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Angie (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, June 13 2004, 07:14 am|
that has great depth in it.. .
|Queen selen (22.214.171.124) -- Tuesday, June 22 2004, 02:09 am|
if love can be so harsh, then why love at all...
|Eryemil (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, July 7 2004, 01:10 pm|
But there wasn't any love to begin with, read it again and you will see. And also, love can be that harsh, and even worse. I am a living example of that.
|Elsiemarie (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, July 19 2004, 02:27 am|
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