On the run from his hun the bridges of past sorrow, on wings of melancholy
Cut my wings and make me run, the bridges ignite
At the force of the runner’s passage
Goodbye past, hello future
The poet burned all the bridges, now there is only
the straight and narrow path to…….
FREEDOM LIFE LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF DREAMS.
DECAYEDSOUL IS NOW SHUTING DOWN, TAKE CARE ALL MY BLOGGER FRIENDS. PEACE.
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