Wasted Poem by Nina White

Wasted



wasted
But mirrors won't break
There's still a heart... a heartache

wasted
But time runs so fast
There's still a breath undone...is it the last one?

wasted
But the soul is able to feel
There are still wounds... they won't seem to heal

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Nina White

Nina White

Regensburg
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