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Δευτέρα 27 Φεβρουαρίου 2017
Παρασκευή 24 Φεβρουαρίου 2017
"Unicorn's Lullaby"
Into the deepest silence you will hear the
unicorn's lullaby,
Don't be afraid ,just come close and your fear
will passing by.
He is made of crystal,he escaped from Lora's
glass world,
And now he's singing upon this carousel for the
mercy of his soul.
He can bring to life again your every lost hope
and wish,
All you have to do is to fall down and beg on
your knees.
None can run away from his song which is so full
of pain,
You're a prisoner in our madness and all your
effort goes in vain.
So put your fingers on the dusty piano to follow
his weeping,
By hearing the unicorn's lullaby you will be
totally sleeping.
Πέμπτη 23 Φεβρουαρίου 2017
Unicorn's lullaby
Unicorn's lullaby
Into the deepest
silence you will hear the unicorn's lullaby
Don't be afraid ,just
come close and your fear will passing by
He is made of
crystal,he escaped from Lora's glass world
And now he's singing
upon this carousel for the mercy of his soul
He can bring to life
again your every lost hope and wish
All you have to do is
to fall down and beg on
your knees
None can run away from
his song which is so full of pain
You're a prisoner in
our madness and all your effort goes in vain
So put your fingers on
the dusty piano to follow his weeping
By hearing the
unicorn's magical lullaby you will be forever sleeping
Τετάρτη 8 Φεβρουαρίου 2017
Τρίτη 7 Φεβρουαρίου 2017
"Hourglass" Α strong feeling of a life-dream and a violent touch in my soul made me write this poem.."Hourglass"
Hourglass
What will you
think upon your own deathbed?
How do you feel when
you are close to death?
Does it matter the
pain of a lost love at all?
The betroyal, the
tears and a heart of sore?
Every second and
the memories are sliping away,
the unfulfilled dreams
are the nightmares that stay,
don't let them follow
you until you die,
live every single
dream before you lie.
What would you
do if you had just one more day?
Would you be
afraid to feel the deepest pain?
so think, what
is this you will regret for?
Your ghosts are
coming alive at your door.
Feel bleesed and
live your life as happy as you can,
you know that
everything is passing by at the end.
You are just a grain
sand in the hourglass,
and may this day
will be your last....
Παρασκευή 3 Φεβρουαρίου 2017
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