Beteral
My sorrows grows
rising like the shadows
without the summer sun
my tears of sorrow
are no longer my own
they mix and flow
where the crisom blood flows
upon this rock
that was my
home
I loose a mournful howl
that's full of sadness
for my lost home
I wimpier in dreadful
agony
It was him
he betrayed
he betrayed
my love my love
he was the one
the one whom betrayed
Me
poem by Erika Rayl
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