Pain... White pain in my eyes...
Alone... Great stone of ice...
In his heart - A single needle,
Nothing bigger... Nothing most important...
Praying for the Lords...
Crying... Crying...
Praying with all pain...
Waiting for the winter...
Waiting for the Great Lord... The Lord of Winter...
A feição se transforma em um semblante mais patético que os versos...
3 comentários:
Realy like that :)
But one of my new poems here..Hope you like it :)
Me
I see but don´t watch..
I accept but don´t loos...
Love daylight but still wake at nights..
I´m inattentive but notice everything..
I hug but don´t touch..
I´m variable but don ´t change..
Running but still stand..
Smileing to hide tears..
I want to create but always chop..
I let go but keep in heart..
I ´m big but still so little..
I´m moon but burn like sun..
I ´m quiet but speak a lot..
I say goodbye, but never leave..
I´m habit with what you will never get used..
I´ m in pain but i don ´t shout..
I forgive but never forget..
I wound but i don´t break..
Want to know but never ask..
I´m not destination - I´m your expedition.
Wonderful!
I'll put in my blog... My new post!
thanks!
That's really beautyful!
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