Memories of moments past often
Bring a lump to my throat
Making it necessary to
Live without breathing.
Category: read poetry
S.O.S., Poetry by Linda Gallant
The oppressed
Shall we ever convince each other that our religions are full of holes and that we lack total understanding and true respect
Love would set us free
Chains can break
Eyes could lock
Arms could embrace
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