In hope of something….
To be Redeemed.
A stigma was slipped in,
Unbeknown to all.
We’re riding on the threshold
Of all held dear
Spiralling downwards
By the very hand we trust
Our own.
« return.
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| by Catarina Abreu | |
| Published on: Mar 6, 2003 | |
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| Type: Poetry | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=1076 | |
| Let it be, the things we’ve woven In hope of something…. To be Redeemed. A stigma was slipped in, Unbeknown to all. We’re riding on the threshold Of all held dear Spiralling downwards By the very hand we trust Our own. « return. |
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