PLAYING WITH POETRY

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Lost soul

Empty is the soul that walks within the shadows
as the wind howls like a lost wolf in a silent wood,
Always one step closer to the emptiness of nowhere
still he treds his long and lonely path.

 
 
 
Posted by Nina dales at 21:00
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