Why did the storm blow away my soul,
that all my tears fell upon the evil soil,
in such that every thought in my heart digs all moments prior to the storm,
yet as I move on my heart bleeds for the hands to be turned back way before the gliding dome,
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that is good as well my friend! ! ! you are very skilled! ! ! !
Yes, my friend, the pain is definately still boiling in the poetics of your pen... You've penned it down well, though. But there's always a rainbow after the storm, yes?
Poem is an inspirational touch, which touches life and society. Please the poetic inspiration burning.
A reflecting pice. The poetics of your pen is truly reflecting. Great poetry, bro.