Man With The Marks Poem by Harry Robbins
Man With The Marks
Man with the marks
Man has the life
Soul has lashes
Man has the wife
Soul wants and cries
Soul burns of love
Man is the empty light
Soul is a lonely dove
Man is scorned and wanted
Man throws the sense of sting
Soul is enclosed in emptiness
Man is the king
Soul is crushed and bleeding
Man goes on like the sky
Soul is lost with no horizon
Soul is ready to die
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