It could be the long time of waitung
The difference of Ignorance from being Ignored
The hopes on blaze, that seem in Vain.
I see pain uneroded, but let rain shower it off
No cries attached- courage of giving up by bits
What do i call ..........
Words unshaded, no face likes just miggled thoughts
Broken attention for loose memories to chase
Travel to your likes and leave not your eyes behind
Your taken by bygones and new inflows forgetting what held you strong
Let the wind blow past the seasons, let new life flow of hope come, you that fears not to loose curve thy own coffin
Trending not for life rather Providence from Above.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
It could be the long time of waitung
The difference of Ignorance from being Ignored
The hopes on blaze, that seem in Vain.
I see pain uneroded, but let rain shower it off
No cries attached- courage of giving up by bits
What do i call ..........
Words unshaded, no face likes just miggled thoughts
Broken attention for loose memories to chase
Travel to your likes and leave not your eyes behind
Your taken by bygones and new inflows forgetting what held you strong
Let the wind blow past the seasons, let new life flow of hope come, you that fears not to loose curve thy own coffin
Trending not for life rather Providence from Above.
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