Engrave in the old ancient book
Mysterious and sacred as it look
Upon the pages that it took
Unknown origin like a bark of oak
Different figures to fight and compare
Not like colors of rainbow that could share
Defined as one that it mare
Believe what you see in depths, and care
Instigate from birth as long it shall spend
Might of will that will defend
Decide your course, let it bend
Faith may grant in someone's end.
J.H
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Flame Of Souls
PoetryThese poems are not written at the same day or at the same time, each one of them is unique. Their creation time does not have a specific gap, all were created at a random interval because I only write when I strongly feel something. Readers, I hope...
