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It's true..
Every man holds a candle and a candle holds light.
I see passing light and droplets of blood..
Later on i hear a far echo wailing from a tannel, a true voice..
A true voice wailing saying...
Life is a recollection of what we are living.
A day passes and then nature complains..
Stoms, thunder and later on a lightening ..
Our hearts folds with fear like old pages...
A dark shadow, stood in front of a transparent paper..
A brighter beautiful flower standing up by itself..
Later on it changed and dried up...
A little while the eyes were caught by a crawling insect but a shadow boot stepped on it and it died...
The nature is dying...
Later, the shadow stood in a mirror this time round the voice changed and spoke of a different story ..
The voice was so round and there was no clear vibrations...
To be continued...Spoken... words.......... Presenter Vings
It's true..
Every man holds a candle and a candle holds light.
I see passing light and droplets of blood..
Later on i hear a far echo wailing from a tannel, a true voice..
A true voice wailing saying...
Life is a recollection of what we are living.
A day passes and then nature complains..
Stoms, thunder and later on a lightening ..
Our hearts folds with fear like old pages...
A dark shadow, stood in front of a transparent paper..
A brighter beautiful flower standing up by itself..
Later on it changed and dried up...
A little while the eyes were caught by a crawling insect but a shadow boot stepped on it and it died...
The nature is dying...
Later, the shadow stood in a mirror this time round the voice changed and spoke of a different story ..
The voice was so round and there was no clear vibrations...
By poet anae
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