The Poetic Paths
However many roads I have walkedall the masterpieces of poetry in the world
seem so distant and sorrowful...
I have spent years talking to the winds
and washed myself in sacrid seas
but still, I suffer this suffocating abuse...
My traces still visible on the sand
but the tongue in my mouth is too numb
and I cannot speak a word of love...
The voiceless demons chain me to the ground
the girl whose soul is lost and never found
and her heart was delivered in poetry's heavens...
Poetry by Eva
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2009-04-16 at 21:21
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