My tears drop from
the realm of the sky
I look into the infinity
to reach your existence
How little I feel in the
world of egoistic chaos
The war in my head
and the war between
horizons of tomorrow
No difference, just the
delight of being a sprit
The night sky looks
like a tapestry of
pretty white roses
The only wishes to
be fulfilled are when
looking above
How dry my lips are
asking for forgiveness
You have gone with
the birds of hostages
The rainbows help no
one for I had been
looking at them
for so long
Nights recover souls
of desperation in the murk
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White Stained Roses
PoesiaA collection of poetry about love, pain, misery and hurdles of life. A way of escape through words into the skies of freedom, above the clouds ,where no one can reach me except the bridge of melody I've tried to add roses everywhere in my...
