Souls lost without a name.

Each and everyday there is no transfer
Becoming a parasite to his answer
Inhaling the ashes of her remain
Souls lost without a name
Going with the river’s flow and stream
Trapped within my own dream

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  • Darla Smith on Jan 2, 2009

    This is a very nice poem and it flows so smoothly.

  • Bren Parks on Jan 2, 2009

    cool!

  • Hein Marais on Jan 15, 2009

    nicely written.

  • jaysonv on Jan 3, 2010

    Great post!

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