When dinning thunder rolled into madness, <br />Among the flowers and the wind of spring, <br />Your lost soul was embedded in sadness <br />To walk right to the Terminus Sam Shing. <br /> <br />With white clothes and lost thoughts, you were alone, <br />In aftertime, for thinking to your choice. <br />With dropping tears, I'm much more like a stone. <br />I would have sung, but I needed a voice. <br /> <br />You didn't try to live your dreams with me. <br />In agony, shivers from the black hole <br />Had your soul never wanting to be free. <br />You're the destroyer of your proper soul. <br /> <br /><a href='http: //www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/CA5NT_XDS47_M4UQ9' title='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' ><img src='http: //storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png' alt='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' title='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' width='145px' height='38px' border='0'/></a><br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/terminus-sam-shing/
