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Jena T
Poems
Mar 16
Sunday song
I see the desert sun set when my eyes close,
Red sands burnt by a million suns,
Humming its ancient song, a buzz from a single fly and a raven call
Oh my lost Soul why canβt you go home?
My heart roams the forest, beating eternally
A beat of immortality, wandering among the black woods
Oh my lost Soul why do you sing such a haunting song?
My feet bury themselves in the mountains deep
Among the stones and twisted roots,
Where the pines reach for the starry night
Oh my lost Soul why do you dream of the grave?
The gift of life, woken from the depths
Born from death, reality is a fog
Oh my lost Soul was this always about the journey home?
Written by
Jena T
30/F/Germany
(30/F/Germany)
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