The Two Guardian Angels of Sleep
On the wooden bed I lay down and cast all my eyes to the sky
The bones smiled slightly behind the hidden veins
But all these problems will not just run away unconditionally
And of course all the remnants of my belief in greatness slowly flew away
There is nothing better than getting back on the wooden bed
And closed my eyes for a moment
Meet my two guardian angels of sleep overhead
While sobbing to the Creator
I can no longer be hostile to the ego
Because they are the ones who will win hands down
And my soul that lies weak
Will only be treated by my two guardian angels of sleep
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The First Knight [END]
PoetryThe past that is permeated in the recesses of the soul need not be forgotten. Remember and carve beautifully with the dust of the flying fire. Love may come, but all you know is pain. Your little soul is incapable of accepting the reality that is in...
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