As he dreamed of slamming the door
and walking away on a path
where oxygen abounds
and no word astounds
his frail heart;
the sorceress laced his eyes and the heart
with a thin grey hair cooked in a sour cake
and paved the path with salt grains
that wouldn't glitter as the chains
of secrets that slipped from pains
of forgotten years
the showers, yet, held in the sky
looming above the dry
hopes and dreams
scatterd as wheat seeds in the desert
hold an other secret
kept in the heart
What heart full of secrets and hopes! ! First you want to go, after, can not and finally the Poet is full of new hopes. How many secrets can endure your heart?
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So you are a heart of secrets! ! ! ! At the end stay or go, nothing is so important but what remain on your secret heart OH! that is your true and guide! ! ! Beautiful, enchanting and dangerous Heart. Peace in your soul Great Poel