O' wild wind lifts me up-
to the valley of roses,
to the shadow of immortal valley from the book of soul!
There is nothing to enlist in this inhumane world
just death or glory in trance of fury
And I find myself as spiritless witness
which suffocates or hugs me brutally!
There is nothing to enlist in this inhumane world just death or glory in trance of fury And I find myself as spiritless witness which suffocates or hugs me brutally! ......so touching with despair. A beautiful poem so nicely executed. Thanks.10
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Spiritless witness! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.