Sunday, March 24, 2024

Unsung

 

We died early on

            one dangerous kiss

timeless agendas …

fill a soul with praise

            give a person her spirit

such terrible redemption …

            endless grapes, forbidden wines

so close so far apart

aching language          seeking arts

            militant eyed   military pinions …

fill a soul with understanding

            give a man something to believe in

asking for 

                        rapture …

under a thousand winks          in

                        knowing chemistry     in 

collecting value

such a button               newly awakened

making alertness         life was getting empty

what one demises                    has given

                        life ….

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