We too must learn…

 

Flames fanning

Pans dark with age.

Burning – triggered coal to crimson

Golden tar browned by ancient sun

Bronze tarmacles

Flames of sword

Star- treks of warrior

Through our times

We cry, we laugh

We worked, we talkeddownload
Our flames fanning

Our heart gasping

We search with eyes

Our minds as drunk

Heavy with age

And light as gray

These flames that fanned

The light of our fame, we too must learn the rhythm of fate!

Sacred Vows….

 

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she would listen with bated breath
quietly, struggling silently to believe
in the cavalry of his conviction.

The winds, they were their witness, how they echo
each syllables, echoes so savage,
their whip slicing the gravitating groves,
growling, groaning yet glowing with unyielding darts.
Yet she will listen,
struggling to quell the river of doubts slowly engulfing her
their rippling robes cascading softly down the nape of
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Broken…

Broken dreams like fragments
Reflecting the phases of our summer haze
Glorious those days we need only think
Far from slumber our thoughts may wander
Past the wall, impossible wall fortified by time
Now we lay awake our mouth caked by saliva
Sweet saliva of wishes on horses that we rode… broken