Dead and cold, he's more old
Dark is wrong, but he is gone
As aliving death, he's Dead living
I'm dark light and he's bright dark
We meet the yin and yang
Then we are opposite souls
He died and my life God brang
His Eternal grave and my life'' dark hole
Then a new comer, half blood again
Soon to come but will it end?
My big bro and I to sis
Who's the new born by this?
If lives, I count not
Never give it a shot
There is only one
My life's Bi Han
- Author: Last Shadow ( Offline)
- Published: July 10th, 2018 22:46
- Comment from author about the poem: A big brother to look to as she looks to me, now a new born probable, shall I count or not? Same Mother A, Same Father B, all up to me.
- Category: Short story
- Views: 7
Comments1
Wow. Just so powerful . Well done
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