Poems from mia.horvath
To those that fill the silences
Whose names are empty bullets shot in a war they never meant to fight in
Whose names are abused and twisted...
To those that fill the silences
Whose names are empty bullets shot in a war they never meant to fight in
Whose names are abused and twisted...
Before grit or tears
When life was lived in a misty cloud of pink and baby blue
You were the Gondolier
Who swept me safely away
from...