My dear, stay for a bit longer,
Iam standing at the edge of the hurricane's eyes,
Whispering your name,
Falling into angels arms.
Call of the mothers, tears of the ocean,
Leaving the marks in mother's nature's heart.
Storms are crashing the mountains,
Without mercy and without the God's bless.
Lights are seeking down from the skies,
Leaving marks and scars in the clouds.
Angel's choir is senced, through the ancient years, through the wars and changes, captured in history, where we will never see the beauty of the path.
Only war, only vengeance, death and misery, captured and scared, forever until now.
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PoetryV dnešní době je člověk uzavřený ve vlastním světě aby utekl realitě, a poslední dobou je člověk uzavřený i v jiných sférách než jen v realitě... My všichni patříme otrokům jak nahoře tak i dole. We all belongs to the slaves, like to upon us, at the...
