Senses - Epic Amplified - Poem by Erika Conti
Vaguely blinded with thoughts they scream their need through the night a lost charriot of dreams flies without a smile on its face
i know it has lost its way and nobody is asking me for the way because everyone seems to be blinded by that star
perfuming itself with vanity
and i smile at the sun which is a sleeping child tonight. Singing lullabies made of silence.
someone should tear all of those mirrors off the wall or the wolrd's loneliness won't stop her cry.
words of hate come from the empty heart.
i can hear someone sigh from a distance altho my ears notice no sound.
nobody will steal the pearls this time taking advantage of the innocent hearts. That is just not going to happen, again.
white horses run thruogh the windy lands back home *
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