Posted by: Zigzapiens | October 1, 2016

Old poems

Echoing sounds of rememberence
Spreading vines that grow
As memories stop the flow
I can’t seem to see the diference
From the wounds that burn
At the new horizon sun
Perhaps the world will see
One day, one new dawn
Of the light that comes to free
The false kings from their crown

Tears don’t fall from my eyes
They fall from my heartache
A pain that keeps my cry
Far longer then I can take

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