Thursday, July 10, 2014

Life Out Here--Writers--Poets--Hope&Survivors

In their grace
Find solice 
In a quiet place.

For time there
Ceases to be real
Only space inside 
Seems to feel surreal.

What can I hide
Is what the must think
For to leave that place
Is to finally ease their way outside.

This is what they must be
To live out there
Is to truly be free.

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