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Esnala Banda Poems
Dry River Bed
The river- was, but died away, leaving behind sand and stone, a dry river bed.
Pierce my heart
Pierce my heart, Break my soul, Untangle me, Cut off these cords.
Love's a game
Love's a game, of hide and seek, now you see me, now you don't.
The darkness engulfs, Let it take over, Nothing worht trying for, No more freedom left in here.
They fell around me
They fell around me, Rippling through the dark silence, The sky lit up, then black again; ... Still.
The Roadto LOVE
To open up, is to be set free, They say to love is to live. You can love two or you can love three, ... Love yourself and you can love me.
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Dry River Bed
The river- was, but died away,
leaving behind sand and stone,
a dry river bed.
The river that once led the way,
To Rameses throne,
Has no more life- dead.
The river from which reeds grew and swayed,
now dead and gone,
all that's left-a dry river bed.
The river that was marvelous by day,
and treacherous once the sun was gone,
is now but a dri river bed.
The river- beautiful, no words could say,
left behind - just a dry river bed.