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| | Poor little you |  | | | A happy vicar I might have been two hundred years ago,to preach upon eternal doom and watch my walnuts grow .E.B. | | |
I do not wish to talk about it .
I do not wish to think about it .
I just want to cry out ,
like wounded beast to cry loud .
A silent , secret sound .
A voice which enemy won ' t recognize ,
and will slip through opened fingers ,
like running water in my heart and mind .
Sound soundly invisible , without signal ,
not even for the living elements , of nature , around .
A whispear of deep pain , deeply inside ,
deeply down , but signal silent ,
no one to recognize .
Soul , all an opened mouth ,
like a lion 's one , without sound .
Pain , oh ! That ugly pain , in mind , hidden virus ,
which won ' t get out .
Cruel , invisible chains , to smash the lock with iron hand ,
but instead of chains , I smashed the hand .
Poor my '' little you '' ,
by ugly thoughts and memories ,'' old hounded house '',
on the dark side of the hill and guests ,
my ghosts inside .
Put an end in misery , coward soldier ,
without bold and pride .
That ' s equal to victory , '' worthy lesson '' to be taught ,
how to '' stand up tall '', in front of loss ,
'' little poor you '' of me .
Dissapoint me once more ,
I won ' t judge you , with acrimony ,
you are my secret piece ,
you are a circle which spins , in infinity
and turn off the light , of my soul .
The sun above and inside ,
... poor '' little you '' of me .
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09-10-2010 @ 07:33 | ΠΟΛΥ ΩΡΑΙΟ............................ ::up.:: ::up.:: ::up.:: | | φλοισβος
09-10-2010 @ 08:01 | Woao!!!!!!!! | | Giasemi
09-10-2010 @ 11:47 | The sun above and inside ,
... poor '' little you '' of me .
Perfect !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | | curious
26-07-2011 @ 22:39 | ::rock.:: ::rock.:: ::rock.:: | | curious
28-07-2011 @ 14:43 | ::mad.:: ::mad.:: ::mad.:: | |  |
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