by : Bacardi Gold
07/Jan/2021
Staring from the window of the soul
the eyes of the eagle pricked the heart
dark liquid from the frail unknown body
came rushing out from the eternal truth of pain
Listening from the door of the spirit
the beak of the beacon light dredged out the unexposed
clear senses from the familiar matter
came running in to the deepest lies of relief
Talking loud on the podium of pretense
twisted tongue of the brutal frame of the mind
came lashing out with sharp swords of discourse
pounding the nerves of the foes with heavy pins
Claiming like a victor but bleeds with hateful wounds
heart was yelling , crying and clashed
against the bluffing thoughts
they knew he’s an angel from hell…
That’s a a powerful piece!!
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Thank you very much…
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You are most welcome!
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Effective picture!
Vicky
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Thank you so much… your words help a lot !
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Ciao!
Buon 2021 ❤
Non riuscibvo a vedere il tuo blog, mi appariva una scermata a metà.
Ecco ora ti vedo.
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Buon anno, 2021 . Stavo riparando i miei post in cui mancavano alcune delle mie foto.Non so perché fossero spariti dai miei post….. Ne ho riparato alcuni…..Sono qui adesso!😄
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