blow
why can´t the world live without that reciprocal feeling?
why we search it everywhere?
the wild individualization made by the mistery of is birth,
sends in the eyes of those who can see her.
the world search for no answer, the human cries for no death.
the rotten darkness made by the bonds who were broken.
we are solders made of glass , you and i search for anwers,
we utter to the wind, but not even nature herself can answer
and that siamese dream, that all shared one day
whas destroyed by thorns , by those who stoped beliving in a sudden change in this world.
why we search it everywhere?
the wild individualization made by the mistery of is birth,
sends in the eyes of those who can see her.
the world search for no answer, the human cries for no death.
the rotten darkness made by the bonds who were broken.
we are solders made of glass , you and i search for anwers,
we utter to the wind, but not even nature herself can answer
and that siamese dream, that all shared one day
whas destroyed by thorns , by those who stoped beliving in a sudden change in this world.
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Hmm... i hope that you guys understand this poem. i dont really know how to explain it because these are some words that came across my mind lately.