When the world is silent
And our eyes are speaking
I can't think of anything more violent
Than the love I am seekingLooking in the mirror, it awakens great fear
Hollow eyes and ghost like appearance
Quit there, but not really hereThe long lingering feeling of a touch
It is now fading away
There is no apparent prove
My body isn't doing the sameI once read, some people stop living
long before their death
Too sad to live, too numb to exist
No purpose given by the universe for them to be missedSo I look up to the sky
and say my last farewell
And I have never felt more alive
the moment that I fell
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...