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RE: Poetic Power

in #poetry7 years ago

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Cold fists iron fists
Born in a family of beasts
Trying to run away from the death list
I fell and broke my wrist

Going down my memory lane
This heart and soul no longer knows pain
Gazing at the clouds by the window pane
These eyes know no rain

I no longer hear the wailing in my brain
No more blood drain
Finally peace has reigned
Thats why i sing this refrain

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It seems you good in writing of poem too
Nice one

U just showed u are good with the rhymes