The hidden face

Caress the wind roar that freezes
Smile touched in fantasy
Twang time grabbing my step
Trampled silent his love of a poet

Silent gaze of your eyes light
Heart of a dark force to talk about love
Cries in a corner thought latent sense of conscience

Should wits hate yourself
Who never understood the existence of love?
But my heart told you that I love

Complained contrite soul
Shy away from pointless waiting
Melancholy stretches along the road waiting
Divided destroyed by false memories of a dismal love...

 By _ Petrus Sogen

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