such a wild river drives the stones
the past year left on me the wounds
I wish I could write about happier stuff
but this is all what i get from my life
it hunts me down the world of fire
and kills on me the hope and desire
then felt the cold goes like ice
to hear my heart beats twice
the badest clue for a hue to hold
it's something was made by the god
then deep subsides to deep
a fine textures was made to sweep
so dawn goes down to my day
hold my chest as nothing left to say!
light!, I think that I shall never see
i know such things!, was not made for me!
nor dreams nor feelings to attend
just a man awaits his very end
such a dry world that's killing all
Dreaming and hoping small
looms but the Horror of the shade
Then at every gust the dead fade
Author / Aladdin Aures H.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
such a wild river drives the stones
the past year left on me the wounds
I wish I could write about happier stuff
but this is all what i get from my life
it hunts me down the world of fire
and kills on me the hope and desire
then felt the cold goes like ice
to hear my heart beats twice
the badest clue for a hue to hold
it's something was made by the god
then deep subsides to deep
a fine textures was made to sweep
so dawn goes down to my day
hold my chest as nothing left to say!
light!, I think that I shall never see
i know such things!, was not made for me!
nor dreams nor feelings to attend
just a man awaits his very end
such a dry world that's killing all
Dreaming and hoping small
looms but the Horror of the shade
Then at every gust the dead fade
Author / Aladdin Aures H.
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