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
Blomman's Art and Poetry Blog 
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