Oh! my heart cant desire the dream of youth.
Like the apple, the Eve had desired,they think me so
Its only fault is to fly up the suffocating sky
Far across the land, the land of nowhere.
where no man desire to break ones soul.
where poetry speak its true essence
leave back behind the intellectuals.
Oh! my heart can’t desire the dream of youth.
Here every men falls, from the desired heaven
where everyman has a broken soul,
where poetry speakes only in pages
Leave back behind all the desires
In the land of high intellectuals.
October 31, 2020 at 4:38 am