tell me stories told by angels
make them reach me deep inside
stall the time that they have stolen
for empty skies they left behind
no cloud, no sun have they not taken
broken dreams got crumbling down
the various thoughts that they made fading
fanished, gone, in deep they drowned
blazing lines of light were falling
thrown down upon their skin
pale as ghosts and dark as shadows
they came down with thunder raging within
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The smoke in my veins
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my deeper thoughts, cloaked in the form of poetry. I hope it will amuse you or even touch you. I believe words have a power to chance things. I welcome you to the smoke in my veins. p.s. I will update this now and th...
