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Jul 2011
The scorching sun on the bare willow
Under the naked sky in the open world of cry
The silence inside the livid soul
The agony of the past left back
The blood no more bore the pain
Changing weather left it all behind
Cold spine stretched out the flesh
Not a face in the mirror
All left blank and dumb

Crawling for the life to set it free
The darkness descending on the tombstone
Reminds only of the life in pain
All those lies I've put myself unto
All those days counting down the sun
I find no place to rest my soul

I wonder, were they all a part of me
Or am I just letting this life to be miserable
Though the world was beautiful when I owned it
But when it owned me
No flowers to bloom in this life of thirst
The clutches of this world never let me go

Freedom from the agony and pain
Life without remorse
A pure drop of water
A clear blue sky with the lark's spreading the spirit of life
A touch of love
The wings of an eagle catching the winds
The joy in the eye of a child
The smile from a blind man
Were all what I long for from this hollow soul of loneliness.
Life could be full of dreams and imaginations.We don't get what we want.. and we sometimes don't even know what we want... Life is just a battlefield...
Joe Allay
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     Radost and Joel M Frye
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