We make
ten paper birds
hanging upon a string.
Tiny white prayers that could save
the world.
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We make
ten paper birds
hanging upon a string.
Tiny white prayers that could save
the world.
the world.
is a mirage
it may lures the thirsty
but denies him water to quech
his thirst.
his thirst
I wish to fill
delightful charms, dancing
fill his cup to overflowing
with truth
with truth
say you love me
but you are averse to
free expression of your heart's wish,
coward!
coward!
I taunt and tease
can you be brave enough
to want to please, make this girl your
reward
reward
me with your taunts
I care the least my dear
you know one day you will seek me
in YOU!
in you
lies all the things
that make life beautiful
someday i hope that world will see
your eyes
your eyes
are oceans of
love wherein ripple waves
after waves of love's ecstasy
sublime
'sublime'
is that which rhymes
well with 'time', is that why
poets revere it in so many
verses?
verses
versus rune-lit
maxims maximizing
speech and acrimony between
refrains
refrains
arn't symbolic
of true love which demands
truth and openness of heart at
all times
all times
are spent, hard change
dropped through frosted fingers,
numbed bones flapping for platinum
faces
faces
are deceptive
they suddenly change as
soon as the hearts' eyes suffer from
changed looks
changed looks
reflect the pain
felt suddenly when fair
eloquence dies, giving way to
hard drive
Hard drive
Drive hard, cards fly
See them and see bards lie
In the sun, see where the sharks cry
Dark times