I keep gazing at the mountains peaks,
which are made of thousands of dreams.
Left and abandoned in this wasteland,
Since the one fulfilling them is long gone.
So the wishes now carry only one hope,
and it's for them to reach, grasp the stars.
Each of them that shines in the night sky,
carries in them power to bring forward life.
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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...
