![]() Little Soul's PiecesA Poem by Folken
Little glass shivers out the night
my poor eyes covered by your blight falling down through echos drumming world. Awakening will be empty'n dull boring screaming talk to me I try to ignore everything. I want walk alone, i want hear whisper's fog, i want howl to the moon and call spirits of the wood. It's my home, it's my tample, it's my cave, it's my nature, it's all i want. Melt down to me night! cut my little pieces soul forever bring me through the World.
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Added on July 31, 2010 Last Updated on July 31, 2010 Author![]() FolkenSaliceAbout"Sometimes i go about in pity for myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me accross the sky" more..Writing
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