L'Homme blessé (The Wounded Man), by Gustave Curbet, 1844
You kept coming at me with excuses
You even complained
Yet you were a player
And I was prey
But now I'm gone
Away, with the rain
I'm no longer confused
No longer in pain
For I carry your lesson
Here within me
In a heart of stone
A price to be free
About the Creator
Mohamed Sakhiri
merely for self expression
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Comments (1)
He was defeated? Good work