Through the dust storms
they say in hollow voices
will we see sunshine again
and I tell, what do you think
They run up hills backwards
they don't want to see where they are going
just to higher ground
that is all that they are perceiving
I am a child of storms
the closure never mourned
I am pure as dirt, a warlord
of sunshine and dust storms
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
Through the dust storms
they say in hollow voices
will we see sunshine again
and I tell, what do you think
They run up hills backwards
they don't want to see where they are going
just to higher ground
that is all that they are perceiving
I am a child of storms
the closure never mourned
I am pure as dirt, a warlord
of sunshine and dust storms
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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