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Silhouettes
Death transcends the toll of time.
Stands beneath a smoke-filled sky.
Spirits rise up from the past,
row by row from first to last.
Like silhouettes of lifeless trees
against the sun, no foot can flee.
Then sink they into desert sand…
as hate consumes the life of man.
Saturday 16th March 2024 10:46 am
Alone
I wish it would have been a war
that was the explanation for
the reason you are not around,
the reason I don’t hear the sound
of your voice anymore.
No, I don’t hear it anymore.
And I wish it were all a dream
although a bad one it would seem,
cuz then at least I’d have the chance
to open up my eyes and glance
upon your face, but I don’t see it.
No, not anymo...
Monday 4th March 2024 4:13 pm
That Day In June
I sat today midst the happy smiles
of a children’s song, and for just a while
I was happy too, for what else should come
from a happy day and a happy song.
But, it came again just like every June,
when I feel the pain of an open wound
that on every other day I keep
hidden far from view, buried oh so deep.
But I guess that’s why they made the day,
so that folks ...
Sunday 25th February 2024 8:01 pm
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