by Unknown
Nov 2010 267 Views 2 comments
salis in underland
Salis in underland
it is not a poetry nor fiction,
there is here lack of action
for this is underland ,my grave
a bautified dressed man in cave
some winds passes the vacant graveyard
i passed those days of difficulty and being hard
a shadow is coming to underland s lack
also abundant of being too absurd s pack
a sudden joy in my blood
somebody coming after those damn flood
oh, you know who is the guest of honour
that s my sprit-lover-beloved lost power
it is not a poetry nor fiction,
there is here lack of action
for this is underland ,my grave
a bautified dressed man in cave
some winds passes the vacant graveyard
i passed those days of difficulty and being hard
a shadow is coming to underland s lack
also abundant of being too absurd s pack
a sudden joy in my blood
somebody coming after those damn flood
oh, you know who is the guest of honour
that s my sprit-lover-beloved lost power
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Posted: Nov 2010
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Comments (2)
Though there's a sudden joy in my blood, there is ominous sadness in the heart and soul of underland. Love is the only way out of darkness into life's light, passed those days of difficulty and being hard.
when there is no life , no light , no sight, no life, no blood and flood...