~ ~ Agony's Surrender ~ ~

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By FirePoet •

The blood ran from the wounds My life, rested in the palm of my hand Pouring through my fingers Down my arms The tension inside me releasing Drips of pain, hate, sorrow Collecting on the floor Red roses blooming in a garden of sorrow ~ Fire Poet ~ Title for this poem graciously provided by TwilightsEcho

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July 2, 2005 02:52ZeTz_Darke

Very pretty. A ver good write.