There is always a darkness …………that will come with the light
There is always a black point in the place that we think is right.
There is always a...huge sound from the depth
That reminds us the end day, the day of death
It is everywhere, it comes from the dust
When it wakes the world burns….the lust
Like a black compass to the hell
It kills the light… the light's sell.
Perhaps it starts with a simple kiss
Then, there are lots of things that we miss
When the lust is waken
The purity is taken
O' Master…O' my everything
Don't burn in the fake joy, this joy isn't the king
What is the source of the lust?
Don't go so far, we should know the answer, we must
A corn of well, that is green
A great and special source of preen,
A light that is call humanity and values,
Will kill the lust, it will change our views!
Captain A, a call to rise above the base values of the world. Good write, first mate, keep those sails and wings flying.
brilliant and very true the flow of words the meaning and the morel bravo indeed
Oh It's nice, I want to hear it with music! (I'll be glad if u check my new poem about google)
Very good poem Ellias... nice insightful message... Terry (haven't seen much from you recently... glad you're producing again...)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are back writing stuff again and it always be good never less than that, i like it Elli, Quack Quack! _Soul