Quinta-feira, 24 de Setembro de 2009

The Moody Blues Poems....

 

Last Breath

  (WAR)

 Livemore Street

 

 

In a divided place….

There he stood, judging the past.

Thinking the day he let you go.

A tingling thought, that rests in a pleasures walkthrough.

One fire, lifted by the thrill of one’s desire…

Moving in a settled home.

Time never stood still,

A Headless motion…..

New beginning, just shot the arrow,

Into a blistering last breath…..

Shaked the mimic mind, a true lost soul…

An act of devotion, which never came thru.

So there he stood...shattered before the gates...

Plunged fearless but burned weak,

Regretless of all…

He stood tall.


Written by: David Nightingale às 03:31
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