July 23, 2018 495 – Anger Joy | Angst • Zen Previous Next A single word,A single blow.Fragile thingsForever broken. Restraint,A flimsy door,A single sparkTo burn it down. Awareness,A bright mirror.Its fiery eyesMy own. Liked what you read? Share it with your friends…Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window) Related Previous Next • • •
