The heart must breath
and take a walk
over memories that feeds,
the soul who knows.
agony in pain,
a path so bold,
take recover of the roads.
Restless and old
the winds wild.
A stop was taken on a ride.
A fork in the path,
surely to be,
the grout of diamonds
can't sleep.
The night has came
The moon in depress,
with clouds overhanging,
the best,
no light was in suppress,
a thought remain
with only a hymn.
Hail has come and take
everything away.
You the soul
the rest,nothing left.
This hand in mimic,
a white glove wave,
to strive all over again.
When will this life end?
The line have to be walked,
Who knows my friend.
(122 Words)
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