Poems from saderholdt1
The pain and the fear are ghosts,
spectres,
a fabrication of reality.
In a moment they will appear and then vanish and I will be left...
The pain and the fear are ghosts,
spectres,
a fabrication of reality.
In a moment they will appear and then vanish and I will be left...
Though I am not repelled by Death
and though his glances toy with me
I’d like to stay and chat awhile
With charming Eternity
And though our...
Maybe you and I, we are from the stars
How lost we’ve been
Searching for reasons we feel out of place
Though home always hangs overhead
...
Maybe you and I, we are from the stars
How lost we’ve been
Searching for reasons we feel out of place
Though home always hangs overhead
...