something i wrote as i played a tune
A topped with bleak blades of grass.
And trees are hunched in an elderly fashion
From their tiresome search of hope and lust.
Clear depression falls from the grieving mass,
And drowns the bitterness and wastage from life.
Leaves fall like tears onto the already sodden ground,
As the wind bellows across the horizon.
A woman begins to sing in the valley,
And the eerie song echoes through the hollow ground
Distilling and drawing the poison rot from its burrow.
Then the sun winks past its cover and brushes it aside,
So as to embrace the hills in sympathy rays,
And give them a new name.
Poetry by deathsdestiny
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Written on 2006-11-07 at 17:45
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Mourning of Hills
Blackened clouds hover above earthen mounds,A topped with bleak blades of grass.
And trees are hunched in an elderly fashion
From their tiresome search of hope and lust.
Clear depression falls from the grieving mass,
And drowns the bitterness and wastage from life.
Leaves fall like tears onto the already sodden ground,
As the wind bellows across the horizon.
A woman begins to sing in the valley,
And the eerie song echoes through the hollow ground
Distilling and drawing the poison rot from its burrow.
Then the sun winks past its cover and brushes it aside,
So as to embrace the hills in sympathy rays,
And give them a new name.
Poetry by deathsdestiny
Read 759 times
Written on 2006-11-07 at 17:45
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