Painful memories haunt me
of many sins untold. Cold
hearted men abounded where
Christians dared to thread
Bondage feet skip merrily
on tombstones etched with
stones; shadows all around
me astound my very being
Tomorrow dawn’s a new
day I’m tickled with delight
but bondage feet I have too
with no place to go
Pauline Pounall-Douglas
January 19, 2009
About Me
- Pauline Pounall-Douglas
- Mature female who loves the literary arts. I am an educator by profession who loves to play Scrabble, dance and to simply have a good conversation with interesting people who share similar interest.
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