Poem Nr 4: Evermind
It’s I, it’s me, It’s mine.
Time lost. Memories kept.
Beutiful to look at. Horrible to live by.
Twisting the sunset key, we set the darkness free.
Holding a tomb. Hope is heavy weight.
The scars of bygone pride, parasiting all that died ...
Poetry Time 4: Evermind
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, July 17, 2022
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