![Old mountain](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/f2cc57a71199384174913a11f82de1ea.jpg) |
Cold is the snow, under my feetBlades are the wind, at my skinCane is the object, guiding me throughBeauty is the hope, I will seeRocks I grab, along ..
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![Anarchy](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/45fc4655230127f0a61e7492bb344b31.jpg) |
I have an impulseA dark desireThat the world would endIn situation direI have a nail to driveIn the headsOf the leaders of the worldPoliticians deadI ..
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![He who was fog](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/0fb53ad4ff2d6b351c1654c1da6baf57.jpg) |
Through the hills he walksWith fear of touching the skyNever wanting to fly againEscaping his way to dieHe runs faster than the windAnd ducks througho..
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![Her impression](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/cfce679756732b7a3e5ac3301db9c7ac.jpg) |
Am I happyToday I was askedAm IMy head is in the pastEvery moment I ever smiledEvery feeling I ever saidTruth and lies filedHeartache only fedEvery ki..
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![Zues and the end (A-Z poem)](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
All burned, charred deathEverywhere, forever goneHello I joke, killed loversMen, nymphsOld powers quarrelRest, stillTelling urgentlyVenus wanes xenonY..
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![Those days](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
SweetThe smell that flows over dewy leavesForever and everThese memoriesWonderThe small insects that shed on the treeTimeless enoughThese memoriesLove..
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![Aqua](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Floating soul aquaBeauty always is your nameYou touch the heart, mine
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![I had a dream](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I have a dreamI am in darkness I look and see a worldOnly wanting evolutionPicking and grabbingUntil all remaining life is lost in timeI see a worldCo..
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![The tinkerer](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
These days I work aloneTinkering and the likeI find it so interestingFilling gaps in my lifeThe screws and sharp metalFilling a hole?No, making it big..
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![Catacombs](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Webs of the fallenWelcome meTo these stone hallsWhere the dead walk freeThe path below my stepSo creekAlert the deadTo make groans weakI see my father..
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