As the wind blows
Through the spirits
Of the dead
We feel the shivers
Upon our spines
As our souls intertwine
Like ivy through a loop fence
We know we are alive
But could soon be dead
As breathing
Is the only thing
That divides
The living and the dead
Nice set of work, the flows are great and real.. keep it coming.
Nice set of work, the flows are great and real.. keep it coming.
Very good poem, dark yet unavoidable subject matter lends such strength to it, wonderfully written.
Beautifully crafted. Philosophical. I will read more of yours.
ah....so true....thank you....You summed it all up so effectively.
This shld b a poem tht our young ppl Read...they have no idea bout life and death...
i like this poem.. It gets deep, if you really just take a seat and think about the living and the dead? I love this theme...
So true, very thin line between life and death. I loved how you skillfully econocomised words but still wrote a great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice set of work, the flows are great and real.. keep it coming.