Thursday, June 30, 2011

In the dark blind night
Sleeping soundlessly
All the words_ in prison..., mocked
Under the old, naked arms of night;

we are in continue_
Walking into the Darkness
Singing through the Silence

And all the melodies
Of the endless night
Appears to be the Rise of Pain

...from the heart of sea
...from the fan of wind

and,
...from the layers of dust !

(..'07)

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