Poems from Christian Victoria

As the cries of the wronged begin to soften,  their souls slowly making amends, a new beginning unfolds, and all that is old, slowly...
The beauty within hate, is that there is also love within.    Hope, as it slowly begins to run thin, I walked around, never bearing a grin...
A girl lays in a worn bed. Her beautiful, soft dark brown curls, a mess from the night before.  As she wipes the sleep from her tired eyes...
Shattered Dreams and Bloodied Seams In a blink of an eye, all is lost as it Seems, The crunch of metal, the deafening Screams,  Nothing ...

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