mercredi 4 mars 2015

I have found in the bleeding stones
that mirrored back at me
cries of dust of ancient memories
trapped in the strength of time
the winds eroded my naked body
through minds of metal
the sounds echoing through my spirit alone
praying at a godless altar forbidden sanctities
O poems let's get lost in depths of reveries
so I can be at last as vast as my soul

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