Poetry

Lara, An Oasis of Light
Dying
Anima Mantra
All Blind Men
Violated
Oh' Little One

'Violated'



Harsh winters blown
Leave a face made of steel
Cold snowflakes fall
Upon warm skin I feel
Cool flames burnt wild
Shiny eyes un-alight
Coldness, fearful pain
The darkness of her fright
 
Why?... tell me why?
No, don't push me away
I feel what you feel
The pretentious disguise
It cries from closed lips
Drips silent from brave eyes
Let me... let me to touch
That I can push sadness away
Let me... let me to breathe - love
Through a heart, punished
Of stone, and chiseled with hate
Let me, please let me... before I'm too late

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