Perception

The scythe slashed my heart to pieces,
never will the vale of tears  ceases.

locked in the dungeons of my agony,
i tear flesh of the beast of tyranny.

Thy words were swords from the furnace
scalded this soul all through the surface.

the sand of beauty is the mist of the god,
the heart of even wild feels, created by lord.

Make not a judgement by the fear of others,
thee don't know who is who in this world.
even the birds with lushy feathers
might that glitters may tame devil no gold.

no mirror could change the fate of a man.
it shows what your are;not what's human.

Reviews

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Wow! This is so lovely and powerful, Kris :)

[kris]

Thank you dear :)