A light
On the brightest burning night
The one with all the lust
And one with every 'rise
A world
Full of love and plight
Deprived of all the nights
And too much formal men
And so much passers by
The wait
To reach the horizon of sky
And climb the mountains by
Of enemity
And here us
The watchers of the show
Sitting mum to tow
The corpses of the 'tyrs
With pride and prejudice
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Lost Lover
PoetryHighest rank #11 in poetry #11 in poetry on 27/01/2018 #14 in poetry on 26/01/2018 PS: If you get bored easily, then I recommend to read the collection from the newest posts... You just walk walk and walk sometimes to know what's your destiny. I kep...
