Sep 12, 2018, 12:16 AM

The Return 

  Poetry
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Far away there's land exist in sorrow
ruled out of helpless, broken dreams
There is no hope, no love and no tomorrow,
no light can reach the land i call my home,
and memories so lost, so narrow
are turned to dust at every blackened dawn.
Survived through emptiness and death
my darkened quest will be victorious or fail.
I'll hold my last and only breath
to roam the dark and search my grail,
the solitude reveals what lies ahead
and push me on my frozen trail. ...

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