|
agonia romana v3 |
Agonia - Ateliere Artistice | Reguli | Mission | Contact | Înscrie-te | ||||
|
|
| |||||
| Articol Comunităţi Concurs Eseu Multimedia Personale Poezie Presa Proză Citate Scenariu Special Tehnica Literara | ||||||
![]() |
|
|||||
agonia ![]()
■ clarity check Contact |
Comentariile membrilor
Vizionări: 5277
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2010-11-12 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] |
the course of seasons has brought rain
and it brings tears - myriads of friends - they offer warmth, comfort and redden eyes till I can see no more * rain falling down ushers in cold and it stirs blood - my closest friend - it offers food relief and numbs the flesh till I can feel no more * taste, this is pain; made up of spittle, blood and tears I hunger as I wander in the freezing rain I've lost the trail I can not find my way and it's so cold no wind to chase the clouds and stop the rain I can not see I have to feel my way and I am lost, I' m all alone - my blood and tears are my truest friends they rushed to help and ease the pain- I can't go on can't spell it in reverse I stumble through these fields all drenched in pain my blood and tears were my truest friends even my friends have left me in the end...
|
||||||||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|||
| Casa Literaturii, poeziei şi culturii. Scrie şi savurează articole, eseuri, proză, poezie clasică şi concursuri. | |||||||||
Reproducerea oricăror materiale din site fără permisiunea noastră este strict interzisă.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Politică de publicare şi confidenţialitate