Category : Poems

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The sky covers heaven, 

We imagine what it looks like, 

But we cannot get there

 With this demons living inside.
 The soul clings to the skin

 And makes it heavy,

 When we bring with us memories

 From the pain that don't let us move over 

High waves and broken roads.
We speak over, over other voices, 

So that we don't hear other words.

The sky covers heaven, 

The soul clings to the wood.