In the far distant land,
Where king rules it all,
There ideas and wishes wary
and people hold different worries.
And maybe if me existed there,
I wouldn't hold my sadness anymore.
I wonder would that different land,
Allow me to feel happier and calm.
Or would the suffering of mine,
Not let me rest, crush me alive.
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Sound Of My Soul
PoetryCollection of poems that came into existence by word's gathering in one place on the command of either feeling or thought. I think that poems come from one's soul, possibly for many of us to speak ourselves without restriction, and that's how I came...
