I loved this poem written by one of my friends. Lyrics from a soul with a strain of melancholy! I am taking the liberty of pasting his poem here.
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Anchors weigh me down
yet, I still cannot drown
All the sins I’ve done,
how shall I atone?
Like a failing sun’s moon
I was left to croon
songs from departed friends
to these thight iron brands
Their dreams not yet reality
all because of my frailty
spring showed no mercy
calling it my own heresy
The white hollow bone
which once flesh called home
shall come off with it
the day I shall quit
Singing this mournful song
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1 comment:
Thanks for putting this up :)
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