The world has frozen down cold,
I stopped carrying around hope.
Heard screams, blames and lies,
to where has went world being nice?
Just look over few hills, rivers or trees,
You will learn so many people are not kind.
I hoped that right words turns anyone, everyone,
towards being their better self; Oh what lie it was!
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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...
