I am the escaped one
I am the escaped one,
After I was born
They locked me up inside me
But I left.
My soul seeks me,
Through hills and valley,
I hope my soul
Never finds me.
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It's beautiful Laila...
ReplyDeletePessoa is my preferred poet.
I love any word from him...
And I hope my soul never finds me too. ;-)
Hey Gabe...
ReplyDeletePessoa is brilliant. I sorta fell in love with poetry because of him. He was crazy, mutant, angry, passionate, mysterious, and much more - A total artist with the greatest talent!
TaKe CaRe
Laila