Life is a rhythm of the human soul and the body is the keeper of one's spirit.Its beauty is seen by the heart and touched by love's essence to bathe in its bliss.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Little Medeliene (Silent Echoes)
She wonders what happened to home
As she walks in the cold empty streets,
Fear, blame and the feeling of being
Unwanted linger in her young mind as
The beasts come once again.
Alone she cries
In the light she tries
To break free and gain
Back serenity,
Beneath their lies she holds still
And embraces the truth,
Her shriek remains unheard,
Her mother still cries
But she still tries
To fight and fly where
She belongs,
Her wings seek tranquility
Her soul sleeps in the cold,
Can she escape her dark fate?
Dearths chills turns to stone
And blood to ice
As two years die in her abscence.
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