Howling soul
Writing can be the mirror into your soul. Welcome to my mirror.
Sunday, 11 March 2012
The end and the beginning
Sorrowful smiles states its claim
As the sun goes down in the horizon
What is has been
but won't be forgotten
As time continue travel
Sorrowful eyes see a white dove
And lips gently twitches
As a comfort fill you
Its the end and the beginning
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