The empty soul

by Willow   Apr 22, 2006


As the sunsets
over the red hills,
the empty soul
begins to move.

as the birds singing
begins to cease,
the empty soul begins to crease.

as the stars start to
twinkle in the sky,
the empty soul
begins to cry.

as the clouds
begin to rain,
the empty soul
is releaved of pain.

as the rain
begins to stop,
the empty soul
has reached the top.

as the angel
looks into your eyes,
your empty soul
can no longer hide.

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  • 17 years ago

    by G A Darkened

    Very good, i like it alot it had really good flow.. and thats some thing i am trying to work on...good job....

  • 17 years ago

    by Mark Harris

    Aw... you really capture the comparisions well! Awesome! xo