Eternal Voice
Stars like candles
blown by the will of time
broken to be forged again
when our hands combine
The silenced birth
of the diluted night
moulding in the circulation
of some forgotten sight
Captivated by a delirium
living the seconds in a dream
walls are surrounding the light
while echoes repair my scream
The ground is getting cold
Reframing my burned heart
My thoughts are growing old
Like my soul is getting scarred
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Maandag, augustus 16, 2004 11:27 |
| The classy Lucius style..what more can we want? ;-) | |
| BloodElf: | Maandag, augustus 16, 2004 10:16 |
| "while echoes repair my scream" Nice one!! Scared for what...?? :( |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Lucius | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: klitty | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 augustus 2004 | ||
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