Though sometimes in my Christianity I am despised and made fun of, through God's love I can resist it. Only by HIS love.
Howling winds refuge the dream.
Lights of weather-beaten morning,
Wander away under my sleep.
Pillowed on concrete eyes,
Never affected by one.
Love will stop the very fear,
Of the falling, unforgiving eyes.
Through despised currents,
Never scrunched are the high,
That way of empty rivers,
Dawn still searching the end of soft eyes.
Poetry by Catherine Stout
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Written on 2006-06-05 at 00:48
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Despising Eyes
Only filled with lonely burning,Howling winds refuge the dream.
Lights of weather-beaten morning,
Wander away under my sleep.
Pillowed on concrete eyes,
Never affected by one.
Love will stop the very fear,
Of the falling, unforgiving eyes.
Through despised currents,
Never scrunched are the high,
That way of empty rivers,
Dawn still searching the end of soft eyes.
Poetry by Catherine Stout
Read 663 times
Written on 2006-06-05 at 00:48
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