We do not fade when you close your eyes.
Etched in stone, carved in lies.
Beneath those words please sympathise.
Something starts, when something dies.
And though it seems we’re miles apart
I commit to god for the pain to depart.
When megaliths fall, freedom starts.
And so will heal, your blackened heart.
how gorgeous!
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Thank you, glad you liked it.
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Amazing poem my friend. We should all heed your words of wisdom…’Something starts, when something dies.’ Brilliant poem.
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Thank you, nice of you to say. And yes, there is always treasure in the ashes.
Glad you liked this.
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