Monday, March 22, 2010



Rain pours out of his eyes but, yet it is a desert

Melancholy, peaceful nights

A dim of hope flourishes, lit in the soul of a man that has passion, but is too weak.

Tranquility in his mind is needed to be at ease.

Sanctuary from everything that is bad,

His mind was once that sanctuary

Now everything flows uncontrollable

His mind must be at ease.

Melancholy, undisturbed nights.

A dim of bliss flourishes, to warm the soul of this man

that has affection.

Calmness flows his way to put him at ease.

A touch of sincerity caress his soul…

A touch of innocence caress his soul…

Sanctuary comes to this man with the love of two.

By Matthew E. Trevino


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