tis the beat of sorrow that undresses the body of god. the wind driven by need that blows out the candle. ... Read full text
tis my tongue nailed to the cross on your hill and you must speak despite the pain Great poem.
When love begins everything around you seems to stop. A great poem.
Stunning poetic words, really enjoy and relate to this, thanks
inspired by a poem written by Miroslava Odalovic
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tis my tongue nailed to the cross on your hill and you must speak despite the pain Great poem.