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Here I stand, alone as a stone, With tears so warm, yet a heart so cold. I listen to tales, so... Here I stand, alone as a stone, With tears so warm, yet a heart so cold. I...
The farmer stands, Dry, cracked and scarred. The land; a mirror to his heart. The farmer stands, Dry, cracked and scarred. The land; a mirror to his hea...
Death, he comes picking up my scent, of fear and despair. He followed me into the woods, pools of... Death, he comes picking up my scent, of fear and despair. He followed me into...
This poem expresses the walk down to the memory lane. This poem expresses the walk down to the memory lane.
The poem is about the echo voice from the deck of a ship of a complaining women to end her life. The poem is about the echo voice from the deck of a ship of a complaining women ...
Then why today, kissing our last goodbye; I stand alone in this cold summer rain. Then why today, kissing our last goodbye; I stand alone in this cold summer ra...
I have felt the cries of the farmer echo through my soul, when he slashed his wrists against the pl... I have felt the cries of the farmer echo through my soul, when he slashed his w...