Guest Posted June 14 Share Posted June 14 (edited) Όνομα Συγγραφέα: Soulgazer Είδος ποιήματος: Drama Αριθμός Στίχων: 19 Your memory haunts my dreams. Your voice reflects my sorrow. Your face reminds me of hazy days. No misty clouds can hide you. No rainbows can distract me. You encapsulate my birth. You accompany my death. My rebirth is a matter of emotions. My agony lies beneath your last goodbye. Once upon a time, there was a tree. The water made it grow, the sun made it flourish. But then one day, no more water other than teardrops. And no more sun other than hell's fire. Teardrops and lava is a monstrous equilibrium. I'm not a wise man but i know this; trees supposed to be green, not gray like ashes. What doesn't kill you, doesn't make you stronger; Nietzsche was so wrong. It makes you suffer for what it took away from your soul. It brings melancholy upon your doorstep. It makes the abyss look like an old friend. Edited June 14 by Guest Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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