SOUL
The soul is tear, shedding ended
The faith is a dancer, growing aged.
The hope is a phone, ringing rusted,
From me a surprise it would get.
Sufferings I've bored, smoked out,
My spirit and soul is broken out.
From the news the soul glad be not
As the soul pot has broken out.
In my embrace the river foams itself,
A stone man, leave me for myself, next.
Seeking for an angel with you, wind,
On a love desert we are sewing our tracks.
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