This poem in my grief to her the whispers and always sleep in winter and like a star my soul would shine between the sun and moon between the same red sky...
Awakening the rage from black rays of hate the years form the season of my existence were entombed into dreams of winter whispers into their cold hands the day will drown within the falmes of the awakening rage. Seduced for caress of bitter winter whispers the winds of reality change to freeza snow as cold as my death feelings The ruins of the fountain where seeds of life born with the wind is gone though the gates of words written in poemas of views from the awakening rage Whispers of winters poems The forzen light enlights me this kingdom of solitude shines in black this unanimated atmosphere dominates me a so sadly landscape lifeless in sorrowin hate take my hand From the sounds of northern skies the expression in an ilussion of sun burned in snow I hear the voices that sacrifices I'm seated in my throne of silence, in solitude and with my herat under the ground I'm crying I will never see the winter whispers end I would like to see with death resting in my eyes Dreams consume me, please tell me more I want to know I am waiting to be eternal shadow I was who awakes the rage to destroy the fountain where the deeds of my life were born because I hate, and I suffer Look the landscape with sunshine Look the landscape with moonshine Sunshine, moonshine Just I create This poem in my grief to her the whispers and always sleep in winter and like a star my soul would shine between the sun and moon between the same red sky...
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This poem in my grief
to her the whispers and
always sleep in winter
and like a star my soul would shine
between the sun and moon between the same
red sky...
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Awakening the rage from black rays of hate
the years form the season of my existence
were entombed into dreams of winter whispers into their cold hands the day will drown
within the falmes of the awakening rage.
Seduced for caress of bitter winter whispers
the winds of reality change to freeza snow
as cold as my death feelings
The ruins of the fountain where seeds of life born
with the wind is gone though the gates of words
written in poemas of views from the awakening rage
Whispers of winters poems
The forzen light enlights me
this kingdom of solitude shines in black
this unanimated atmosphere dominates me
a so sadly landscape lifeless in sorrowin hate
take my hand
From the sounds of northern skies
the expression in an ilussion of sun burned in snow
I hear the voices that sacrifices
I'm seated in my throne of silence, in solitude
and with my herat under the ground I'm crying
I will never see the winter whispers end
I would like to see with death
resting in my eyes
Dreams consume me, please tell me more
I want to know
I am waiting to be eternal shadow
I was who awakes the rage
to destroy the fountain
where the deeds of my life were born
because I hate, and I suffer
Look the landscape with sunshine
Look the landscape with moonshine
Sunshine, moonshine
Just I create
This poem in my grief
to her the whispers and
always sleep in winter
and like a star my soul would shine
between the sun and moon between the same
red sky...
putaaaaa rolotaaaaaa