Just something naive... and dreaming... i guess it got more like a song... but anyway.
neither the place where they fly.
but i was told of a journey.
long away from land and sea.
Where broken angels still fly.
and get healed by the others.
where everyone is your friend.
and enemies your friend too.
where the breathe of the newborn
never end.
where the devil laughts of
lifely happiness.
and everyone live immortal.
where the gun is a unknown word.
and "War" is a kind of cookie
which taste deliciously.
i never been where angels cry.
neither the place where they fly.
but i was told of a journey.
long away from land and sea.
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Written on 2007-07-06 at 01:39
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I was told of a journey
i never been where angels cry.neither the place where they fly.
but i was told of a journey.
long away from land and sea.
Where broken angels still fly.
and get healed by the others.
where everyone is your friend.
and enemies your friend too.
where the breathe of the newborn
never end.
where the devil laughts of
lifely happiness.
and everyone live immortal.
where the gun is a unknown word.
and "War" is a kind of cookie
which taste deliciously.
i never been where angels cry.
neither the place where they fly.
but i was told of a journey.
long away from land and sea.
Poetry by asshole
Read 704 times
Written on 2007-07-06 at 01:39
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