Deep within the soul crackles
with a sound of unseen pain.
In the still of the shambles
its fragments leaves it hollow
its wall encrusted with bitter cold.
When once more can it beat
to the rhythm of splendid bliss
where hideous woes and simple life need not touch
where the lightness of pure dawn shines
like a sword in its highest glory?
Filled with gust a distant past
Where it lingers and once soared
In the very heart it only loves.
Running to the safe world unexist
Feeling the willowy wind of freedom
stripping all but its core
the very core which deeply cries
I am all
but just me.
2 comments:
Beautiful.
:)
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