The white witch

Looking back at the green

The wall of the past

My mind blurred

With thoughts of what could not be

Of what should not be

The green took controll

I was a slave of you and me

Posessed by utopia

By a white witch





Poetry by Dalmore
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Written on 2008-11-11 at 13:45

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Mr painter
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2008-11-11