The one that ventures
to look outside the window-pane
Is the one that kisses
the fear on its brow
The wars of oblivion
make love in the
battlefield of reality
Upon its ashen reeds
What i see and feel
is a sweet sentiment
of loss all along
the street
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
The one that ventures
to look outside the window-pane
Is the one that kisses
the fear on its brow
The wars of oblivion
make love in the
battlefield of reality
Upon its ashen reeds
What i see and feel
is a sweet sentiment
of loss all along
the street
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