Friday, August 1, 2008
A Disrepair Soul In The Monorail Comments
Rating: ★5.0
I never count my precious breathe as I know everything has its own limits,
This breakable dishearten skeleton doesn't stand like a breakwater which face the force of waves.
Is this hidden soul disperse when you stop breathing?
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8/4/2025 4:43:09 AM # 1.0.0
Bones do grow old, but the soul lives forever. And poems can have a long life as well. Excellent write, Nimal. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra