When dining thunder rolled into madness,
Among the flowers and the wind of spring,
Your lost soul was embedded in sadness
To walk right to the Terminus Sam Shing.
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The deliver of my heart's echoes in inside, And the destroyer of my proper soul 10
With nothing taken with me, leaving all beside, A voice in agony, that shivered to black hole, The deliver of my heart's echoes in inside, And the destroyer of my proper soul.......jopunetry to be performed all alone..nobody to accompany and al l loads to becarried bysellf.. beautiful words inhte poem....10 read mineyou go alone
on the terminus some cleaving some ravenous parting has left the persistent reminder of soul waiting in lurch to find a cemetery in a breathing heart’s echoes
beautiful piece of work, written in deep thoughts 10