...decode its words, by and by....
Would pain smooth out
under my perfect words?
Would it even listen?
Winds soothe and refresh.
Green shades in the land
please the eye,
and sitting by the water
lulls the senses.
The shrieking call of a bird
brings it all to an end
The old pain is alive,
rips the blue sky,
claws the heart.
Loneliness is a language
you will have to learn to speak,
decode its words by and by,
sit over lost translations.
Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2009-01-23 at 17:49
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Loneliness is a language
What could I do or say?Would pain smooth out
under my perfect words?
Would it even listen?
Winds soothe and refresh.
Green shades in the land
please the eye,
and sitting by the water
lulls the senses.
The shrieking call of a bird
brings it all to an end
The old pain is alive,
rips the blue sky,
claws the heart.
Loneliness is a language
you will have to learn to speak,
decode its words by and by,
sit over lost translations.
Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
Read 905 times
Written on 2009-01-23 at 17:49
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