The music is too loud,
It silences death.
The sorrow is too intense,
It splits the sky.
The desperate spirit roars,
It yearns for escape.
Look yonder!
A new sun shines,
The angels have conspired,
Serendipity intrudes,
Flexing evil face-on,
Till the Divine hand guides,
And sets all chords right!
i see all your poems are beads on a pearl locket , and that locket is your dream, a new life, resurrection might be heavy word but yes, resurrection! why so wings?
ReplyDeleteu see very well... thanx for the beautiful reflective words..
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