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Awakening

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Still cold is the background
Stealing a starting sound,
Catching in the twilight
The voice of sorrow’s might.

An echo virtually dead
Bring all  back the five senses
Of a  darkened drive.

Mist was not a fencing,
Only the beginning
Of the truly weakness
Owing to all the mess.

Utterance of the heart
losing the precious hour
Is Ready for a new dare.

Submitted by Mael.

Category: Inspirational Poems

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One Comment on “Awakening”

rida says:

awesume dude 🙂

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