Apr 4, 2014, 10:33 PM

The Song of the golden Prince 

  Poetry » Love
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The frowning time is passing on
And burns away like fuel.
My broken heart has turned to stone
My eyes are only jewel.
And there is no persistent hope
Left in the shop for buying
The only goods are hooks and rope
For safety or dying.
Relax, not everything is lost
It’s only phantom pain.
I don’t exist and real ghost
Is never wet in rain.

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