Oh wandering mystic
Where will you take the heart of yours ?
Made of gold
Forbidden from the evil
Do good he replied
Wandering around restlessly
In search of peace
Time by time
Little by little
It gets harder as it seems
Among the black aroma
Its hard to keep the gold pure from rusting with evil deeds
Oh wandering soul
Hold on to the gold of yours
Don't let the misery affect you
After all its worth
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Heart of gold
PoetryA collection of poem's : soul made of pure love , heart made of gold { #110 - affection : 28/12/18 } { #161 - affection : 30/12/18 } { #90 - affection : 1/1/19 } { #16 - express yourself : 5/1/19 } { #15 - express yourself : 11/1/19 } { #622 - h...
