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Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Curveballs


Like arrows
They fly
Piercing realities
Storming battlements
Ripping through nets
Like blades
They strike
Stabbing at souls
Destroying tranquilities
Breaking defences
Like cannons
They roar
Bringing their chaos
Blasting fortifications
Crumbling to ashes
Like fire
They sear
Torching dreams
Tearing through walls
Ripping to shreds
Like spears
They strike
Spike solid thoughts
Piercing realities
They fly
Like arrows

© Fergus Martin
2012