I hide my perfect body in to the pack,
I travel on the road of grieve and tears,
Lost all lovers into sparkling stars,
Bath into dust of the dreams….
I pray about my prison,
My pain bit me alone,
I start to dead of meaning,
I drink cold mist of Soul.
Never rest in the road,
Never lay sleep my heart,
Awaken always
Try to bring peace from God.
8/03/17
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