Poetry Contest Entry
Artist - Unknown
© Unknown
The Sinner
~By sonny
Days pass and memories of him fades
Dreams dreamt are no longer of him
His presence has no needs.
The silhouette of his figure has become so dim
Yet his eyes searches for those
That still holds him in their hearts
And missed his voice.
Here his body hurts
For none could he find
He must face the truth
That his eyes were blind
And the seed he had sown bore no fruit.
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