In unison
The green lovers rise
In uneven patterns
Hopelessly intertwined
Entangled on heaven's drapes
Cut off and pulled apart
In the middle
They continue to grow
From down to up
In parallells
From up to down
In rows
Through famine
Through drought
Through floods
Through ice and snow
Finally halted
By fires that scorch
Their buried hearts
Deep in the soil below
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Deep in the soil below
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sometimes, it feels as if you have tapped into the main system, and that you are able to see and portray the darkest corners of our minds and experiences - your ever observing eye seems to have seen something, which no one else has noticed...
ReplyDeleteNo matter what caused it, what made you write the things you write, your poetry makes us think, reflect, consider and reconsider priorities, shortcomings and dreams. I believe, that's what art is supposed to do.