A man capable of moving the mountains and breathing life into the gods stands empty before the world His heart filled with passion and romance that never ends As he slowly withers away under the stars praying for another He waits as a young soul feeling like an old soul waiting for an angel to breathe life into him
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
I saw the poem feature and read some poems and thought i have never wrote a poem - Im not sure this is a poem or any good but at least i can say i tried ;)
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