A heart may never heal
No cure, no remedy
A soul will never steal
Too pure, too free
A body shunned to moors
Cracks suffocated in time
A mind of thumping hooves
From cradle to mountain-climb
— — — — — — — — — — —
Space and time, divide us all
Splitting us into pieces like alcohol
Warm and happy evade us all
Weak Puppets who crawl and bawl
Feeling doll
Pace by pace, it’s a race!
And at the end : death awaits,
Pen in hand, book at the ready
Looks and speaks: “closed case”.
This was beautiful …I enjoyed reading it!
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Thank you so much!
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I like the way you worded the evolution of time. Great work!
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Thank you so much! It means a lot that you read my text and left a comment! Thank you again 🙂
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I like how this poem describes reality in a cruel way, yet it doesn’t sound so cruel after all. Intriguing.
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Thank you !
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Beautiful Poetry, I love the aspects of both good and evil. Super Amazing!
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Can totally relate to this piece! Admirable…and indeed slightly envious🙈
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We are born and we die but in between we live.
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True words !
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