"Until dreams resurrect"
It's no longer news
That my eyes brim with tears
As nights stars in heaven
For the doors open to death
A visitor who detest the sweetness
And joy I try to possess.
My eyes have frozen into ice
Awaiting the resurrection
Of my dreams robbed to feed vultures
Until that appointed time arrives
I'll continue to see visions
Of a perfect home each time I sleep.
-soulpoet-
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THE COLLECTIONS OF SOULPOET
PoetryThis actually isn't a book but a portal into the life of love, pain, regrets, joy, and other emotions of soul poet.This portal takes you to a world of poetry all written by a teenager whose life is defined by his poems. Hope when you get transported...
