MistI taste you mist. You flow between my fingers.Mist
Refreshing and mysterious.
You hide the moon. The moon I love. Though I do not mourn.
We will be together again. She and I.
AshI walk the ashes of our earth, The shadow of a somber history.Ash
In this field no children play, For bullets took them all away, And naught remains on fields of play, Nothing save the silt and ash.
I came upon an iron cross,
Its shape twisted by the flames. It speaks to me of souls gone astray, Blinded by skewed perception.
No longer can they sing their praise, Of war and glory and righteous rage. For nothing of them now remains, Nothing save the silt and ash.
I walk the ashes of our earth, The shadow of a somber history.
AliveAliveAlive
Am I alive? This place where I am is so beautiful.
Am I alive? This garden is so perfect, at peace.
The Sun in silence gleams setting the trees ablaze with its flameless light.
Am I alive? This place where I am is so beautiful.
I find a new Rose blossom fresh and sweet. Lifting it slowly to behold its scarlet splendor. Quickly I let go, a twist of frenzied pain.
I look upon my hand, a small cut from which the red draught my essence pours, out onto the ground so eager to swallow it up.
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