Music's Mist Poem by DL Mondays

Music's Mist



A painful music starts to stir
Because you thrown this love so dear
My bleeding eyes will start to tear
But faded visions starts to clear

My burning heart flies so fast
Because of pain I feel so vast
A flying knife that your hand does cast
will vanish me to vainful dust

Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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