Willow’s Bell Poetry Contest
.In the barren heart of the desolated desert,
Where the sand sheds his immortality,
Somewhere in a concrete time and Universe,
Where happiness, arise it’s verse.
In the blue abyss of the eternal glaciers
Where the wind sings his whispers
Where the waters splash on hard rocks
Where destiny was never present.
There is a desolate, deep, hidden place
Where the wind eulogizes burials
And tears sink it into crying sighs,
There I am. A soul lost in one word.