Thoughts are useless as are deeds
Already lost is the blossom of youth
(No more...)
Dreams of morning shine
The Days keep & submit to night.
A curse is to live before dying.
A soul torn from life
Withdrawn, out of sight.
Birds flew out
from the most beautiful garden.
Circle of sorrow seems to never end
Wizened are my flowers,
brought me to a monument of zeal.
Look to window
and reach the eyes
that stare to the sky
The snow falls so softly...
It buries the garden
All prepared for the winter,
We have sowed our seeds.
A yearning glance to hills,
these thoughts they burn within.
They always lead to the same,
turning the back again.
The journey goes on,
at night you'll hear a call,
if your eyes could only see,
The screams that disappear
through the night...
Close to relief and
waiting no more.
A Bleak endless haze
covers the dawn.
©infj-loki
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