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by Bianca Sanabria Apr 30, 2011 category : Life, society / other
It’s a shadow An unforgettable being of the seducing night The gush of wind softly whispers Here I am surrounding every beam of your body Never to let go, I will be places you will never see Sections not any human hands will ever define Through cry oh dear your call will be correspondent It is neither what I desire nor what I command The king is the fire red pulse that fuels such body of yours Forgive your mighty being will be proclaimed Hatred reigned enemy Desolate friend of the numerous days This heart finds the unsurpassed courage to give me one more day more than just a name But a hand A solemn digit that will bless not only your naked eye but infect your filthy blood And the soul that recalls such horrid nights That is one that will remember the beauty in even the most gruesome of events It is only when the bad will come that good will seize to disappoint Only when good has conquered your days will bad conquer your brighter shame For here I am once again through the valley of the mourn Desert heated lips will speak of rage and pain No longer sustained in the foreign rain The putrid betrayal of the morning glow It is the view from ground level that blinds the glass Oh it’s only chance to show .