I am moving beyond the grace of solitude
Where souls wandering, do not dwell
In the smoke of a burning cigarette
The taste of nicotine in my blood
You will never reach my altitude
My deep inner me to you i do not sell
No longer vision to you i set
No longer in my veins you flood
Not walking through an interlude
There's no trace of parallel
No label or vignette
I am standing high above the mud-
@gilly20171104
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not walking through an interlude There's no trace of parallel No label or vignette I am standing high above the mud- deep conviction and love and pain.. tony
Thank you tony