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Jun 11, 2008
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Sonnet 5
Let's smile sarcastic to this world of stars,
And fly above a mountain of grey clouds;
Without a reason, buried with our scars,
We shall get rest beneath those ugly crowds.
If you would lie towards the stairs of life
Like hopeless spots of never-ending words,
I swear to you, my love, a single knife
Shall not be straight against my lonely swords.
From sin to death, from grave to stormless minds
They put us back, where no one ever dare
To look or reach, to be a glue that binds
The links of truth that we were chained to wear.
There is no glory for our tragic end,
Because we are illusions that we bend.
And fly above a mountain of grey clouds;
Without a reason, buried with our scars,
We shall get rest beneath those ugly crowds.
If you would lie towards the stairs of life
Like hopeless spots of never-ending words,
I swear to you, my love, a single knife
Shall not be straight against my lonely swords.
From sin to death, from grave to stormless minds
They put us back, where no one ever dare
To look or reach, to be a glue that binds
The links of truth that we were chained to wear.
There is no glory for our tragic end,
Because we are illusions that we bend.
— Unlight, Jun 11, 2008
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Critiques
Marius Surleac
18 years ago
niceee one again!
purplemoondoll
18 years ago
Shall not be straight
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Another great piece from
infinite_dwarf
18 years ago
This is brilliant!
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Congratulations
Unlight
18 years ago
Thank you all for your visit
Rob Graber
18 years ago
As a lover of
pinksheep
18 years ago
Meaning
pinksheep
18 years ago
You
pinksheep
18 years ago
You
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