When all truth is bleeding
behind the shield of wounds,
walks a lie down by my back
When fresh tears are falling
upon the cheek of damages,
blows a dream away from me
When my destiny ends up
beside the crack in my heart,
goes a shadow over my body
© Björn Blomqvist 2016-03-14
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Björn Blomqvist
Published Poet with B.A. In Art History and B.A. in History too. Blogs about Art and Culture encounters, art analysis and about history and trevels. Still writing on my first novel and meanwhile a lot of Poetry.
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Very beautiful poem. 🙂
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome. Have a great week. 🙂
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