This poem is dedicated to a_fierce_soul. Thank you very much for following me and may you clear the murmurs of your past!!!
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It would constantly follow me to and fro,
Just around the corner of my sight,
Its shadow filled frame caught my sight,
No matter where I would go,
Be it the abyss of the morning dawn,
Or the buildings made of opaque glass,
It would sneakily mimic my movements,
Filling my thoughts with flames,
The flames of vengeance and embarrassment,
It murmurs the past of my soul unto my ears,
Brimming my eyes with tears,
I couldn't escape for it was me and I was it,
A reminder of whom I used to be.
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"The past — our past, it haunts and it whispers the memories of many long forgotten lores..."
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Poesia"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
