the soul weeps
stripped of its wings
it falls upon an
abyss
it is dark there
and it is struggling
to get out
from its prison
the soul howls
like a dog in the
night
as though
it lost its
master
thus it is in
poetry
the soul calls for
God
who is not
there anymore.
stripped of its wings
it falls upon an
abyss
it is dark there
and it is struggling
to get out
from its prison
the soul howls
like a dog in the
night
as though
it lost its
master
thus it is in
poetry
the soul calls for
God
who is not
there anymore.
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