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"Sacred Souls"


The water trembles at my sight,

It is November and I see

How crows fly with all their might

And follow me.


And we fly to sacred souls,

Dystopians and dark corners,

Where the black tower calls

For the loners.


I do not write what does not rhyme,

My profile is only a myth.

What I believe is not a crime,

It's just my faith.


And you, who reads all that I wrote,

Run! Before my words catch you,

Don't look back, don't laugh or gloat.

You cannot run from what is true.


A/N: English is my second language. Your thoughts mean the world ❤️

I feel I should include an adage. But better leave the poems be unfurled.

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