Segunda-feira, 15 de Outubro de 2012

The Moody Blues Poems....

 

Fabio P. Reis


Angel of Exile

 

As the first day rises

So does fate...

Between the sheets of solitude 

We bring our self together

Beloved only by the father...

We long to roll along

Echoes fly! Liberating our quest of truth...

As facing an unknown filthy doom...

Eyes inflamed by desire and inner sin,

Grasping the outer soul...

Only guided by a rustic black book

Drawing unchangeable memories...

That emotional exile provides this dawning heart...


Written by: David Nightingale às 04:10
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