Fragrancia Pura (The journey within - the land without)I came into this world of light
and soon I knew its bitter bite.
From early on I heard the screams:
Pariah! Outcast! World of dreams!
I stood aside and watched the show,
beneath the evening skies that glow.
The plight of man: a soul aware –
and everlasting death its share.
I tread across the falling snows
among majestic pines, in rows.
The solitude and bristling cold,
suits a soul prematurely old.
I topped a hill and stared across
a landscape still with poignant loss.
The land remembers and it weeps
for purest hearts and lesser creeps.
Behind a stained-glass windowpane,
I watched the fall of acid rain.
I cut my wrist and bled to feed
the slurping gutters fervent need.
Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2009-06-09 at 11:13
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