The fragile words float astray.
Men’s weak hearts and so are they,
To dwindle like the grass in a storm.
The worlds they know or are yet to be known?
The brittle acts float astray.
Men’s weak hands and so are they,
A lance that cannot be held up high
A fallen man bears a fallen sigh!
The pathetic lives float astray.
Men’s weak hopes and so are they,
Why shall only a few be brave?
When all are set to taste the grave.
In the darkness of the moon
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She feels at home in the darkness of the moon
under silver shadows, tracing patterns on her skin,
words are formed with ancient knowing,
from a time she...
8 hours ago
Interesting one!!!
ReplyDelete"Why shall only a few be brave?
When all are set to taste the grave."
Loved the above lines!!! Keep them coming!!!