Worry
They are marching in the frost
They are searching for the host
The host reaching the coast
Only to find what is lost
That is the enemy's ghost
You can not kill a ghost
For its already dead.
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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