Harsh memories

***
Thunder, raging outside
Rain, falling inside
Of me
Purify me
All my sins, wiped away
All bad deeds, same for them
Only now I can
Save my soul from hell
Made of pain
Tell me a tale of freedom,
For there’s no lie
To which I shall be bond
But breaking free
And chase away harsh memories

(c) Aurore Ciholas

***
Sunday 27 september 2009 15h00

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