Sheol 27 Wednesday Mar 2013 Posted by Esther H. in Textes d'hiver ≈ 3 Comments TagsArt, Arts, Heart, Literature, Philosophie, Poésie, Poetry, Sheol, Soul, Warmth When I got out of Sheol, my heart, my soul were So deeply frozen. Poetry, arts, philosophy Bring back some warmth to me. TwitterSkypeFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
When i see you
in this place, you’re not belong to
Frosting your soul and heart to
My will was how to help you.
To free you from this cold
Is breaking that ice
and bring you out of that cold
is breaking that ice
and qet you close to have this cold
Poetry, arts and philosophy
Won’t help like proximity
We are like a flame
Tasting every kind of wood
To find the best one.
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