martes, 1 de febrero de 2011

Soul Hunter

mirror hidden words
lance networks verses
for lost souls in the search ..
Pampering word
twisted feelings anonymous,
squeezing tears the heart.
Hunter thin pen
rioted in rebellion,
suffers from sufferings of others.

The voice of the poem
the cry in prose,
the song in protest
sweet miracle in creation ...
here looks
tearing horizons beyond.
The comet's tail
drawing impossible in your sky.

Posts lazados
among narrow streets,
silent witnesses
amplified from passion
lost soul ...
dime lost soul
Have you fallen into the net?
I hunt, I'm still waiting

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