Very Bad Archive
Breathe
shaun hull
flowers weep to early dawn
a passage from nightly quest
fleeting in our senses to no one there
stirring as though a waking child
passion cries in loves despair
thinly veiled shame abruptly caught
angst wrought on wings
fly away fly
love sings to us
a sirens wail
a breath
a touch
a hearts desire
shaun hull has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of shaun's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of shaun's latest works: