November 3 Poem by Jame Paise
November 3
Needles may pierce the soles of my feet
Never shall you ever see
the hint of a tear moisten my eyes
Only my reflection perceives
Dark tales and stories hidden beneath.
So far deep, I've forgotten their meaning
left with my shadow, confused and pondering
To go deeper and further into a sinister soul surely
that should be considered suicidical murder
of an innocent girl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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