jueves, 23 de enero de 2014

Forge Valley

Wicked people
from evil lands.
All of them, they stand.
Tied to rocks,
bound to sand,
chained in smoke
uncounting stars.
Invisible waves they take,
in the shoreless lake 
they have for a heart.

Yet no one rests,
for they do not forgive
and everybody disbands
from timed dreams.

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