Yaara Frelsi Poems

Best Poem of Yaara Frelsi

Land Of Ashes
Walking in a field of blood,
a thousand souls torn apart.
Waitiong for someone to help me, save me
but here there is just no way out

Because the land of ashes
is no place to live in,
no dream of horror to wake from.
in this place you can only walk,
forever lost
your shatterd dreams . . .
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They Call Him Johnny
They call him Johnny,
the boy,
who keeps running around,
with his childish joy.

They call him Johnny,
the youth,
whose mind always wanders,
seeking for the truth.

They call him Johnny,
the man,
who still lives with his folks
without a real based plan.

They . . .
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