by Klaus Floeren
(Canada QC Otterlake )


A wounded, fragmented soul, escaping
madness,blown into particles in the last
mist of reason.
Robbed of its soul, a body shell, dead,
surpassing all beauty, remains.
Nothing is uglier.

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