Little Soul's Pieces

Little Soul's Pieces

A 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.

© 2010 Folken


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Added on July 31, 2010
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