St.Lucia
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Am a bit lost
Walking with no cause
Am a bit disturb
With sound of no gain,
But my heart is fill with such pain,
My soul bleeds
With a pain I can't get rid of,
The pain is burning me up
Feels like lava running down to the sea.
Which I know it sound really strange,
But am still lost,
With no intentions of being found.
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