The chills were felt
The woods were bent
Everything got frozen
The ethereal was stolen
Alone, abandoned and lonely
The streets I walk are desolated and creepy
But I carry on with all my might
'Cause I know that I have to win this fight...
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We never know where our destiny will take us but we are always struggling for one thing or the other we are always in a fight and in this fight we cannot look back 'cause we have come too far to step back so we find our way to our destiny!
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PoetryPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance......Poetry is a clear expression of mixed feelings....to me, poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words. Highest rank: 27
