Publicado en Jul 08, 2017
The world is dead
The eyes are shut
The angels are gone
The life is lost
The skin is cold
The love is hidden
The word Is death
The smell of dying flesh is everywhere I look. Ghosts are watching the body rot 'till it's gone. I hear the whisper of a soulless world falling to my thoughts. The guild is proud. The job is done. Or so they thought.
What's eternal only transforms
What's been alive will never go
What's gone will come again
"What's dead may never die"
And what has died
Will forever live
But the ghosts
The ghosts are blind
The ghosts are deaf
The ghosts know not to be
The ghosts are real
If not
They would not be ghosts.
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Foto del autor Carlo Biondi
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Palabras Clave: ingles english ghost fantasmas real love dead death world

Categoría: Poesa

Subcategoría: Filosfica

Creditos: Carlo Biondi

Derechos de Autor: Carlo Biondi

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