Cracked
Melody of a song leads me,
Back to a path of flowers,
Everywhere, all around that I see,
The leaves rustling ,whispering,
To my ears the tale of all ,
That passed along, holding hands,
With dreams shared, tragedies spared,
To a place I once saw light escaping,
The guarded envelope of trees, unscathed,
And the wind blowing a new life,
Scattering the dead somewhere,
And nursing the green bloom underneath,
Tales of how it grew dark for some,
And for others welcomed the bright shiny sun,
How the hands that once caressed,
Yearned now to tear each others flesh,
How the eyes that once spoke of undying love.
Now with only hatred, burn,
The consolation how meager to my ears,
Enough to put my mind at misery,
How often man changes his skin,
How often he hurts, strangers and kin,
How easy for some, to trample and move on,
How difficult it is to give ,sacrifice and hold on,
We still live by code of savages, ferocious and wild,
"Meanest survive in this world of civilized."
Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2014-02-03 at 23:01
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