Sunday, September 23, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Lament
The past is floating other rivers
Wreathed beneath the mask
Perhaps, an iron mask
Wrenched pieces of deception
Deviant prophet or unjust drama…
In a unexpected notice washed away like dirt
Then I felt like an empty soul
Images I have forgotten
Thou not to count unvalued lost
The past is floating other rivers
River of the dead!!!
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
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