If Poetry is the window into one's soul
Then reading into one's heart is the key to sanity.
And thus feelings of loneliness and shame,
Drift over the windowpane on a cooling breeze,
leaving behind the sense of comradry
in a world of much pain.
Click on the angel to enter.
ATTENTION:
I am getting together a book of survivor poetry
Anyone who wishes their poems to be included please Mail me
Read below for resource help.
Please sign guestbook during your visit
and let me know what you think,suggestions,
or a little for others to read.