poetry-WOUNDED WHISPERS (Wats the wind doing?))
The Wind ushers in a lingering pain,
What exactly was the loss and gain?
The sky looks a ghastly red,
And flowers fell on the death-bed,
The sky is shedding many a tear,
They've wounded its beloved dear-
Time,you shoul've been slower,
The stained glass shows a wounded flower,
What inhuman insanity is this?
It defiles the purity of bliss,
What lies before is emptiness,
The poisoned wind now leaps to guess.
Sparkling like chaste desire,
Her beauty had the warmth of fire.
Tattered gown now and bruised feet,
Darkness around,blood-laden sleet.
The mind travels back in time,
And hears the church-bells sadly chime.
The invasion goes on and on,
Panting thoughts,hurt and forlorn.
The maimed Gaea sobbed and lost,
They poisoned her new white frost.
Past memories sadly vibrate..
Man has sealed earth's fate.
Also another incomplete love-tale.
Separation made unison fail.
Friends did so a cruel favour,
Guitar,roses,glances whatever.
Now the song dies out slow,
They've parted and tears dont flow.
Poisoned love now stand still,
Theres no moment theres no feel.
Also this the wind does bring,
It makes black desires sing.
Lost worlds and spirituality lost,
Dark lust, dark vanity blackens the frost.
The wind thus brings all such pain,
The earth's, the lovers',morality's refrain.
All is dark everywhere,
The sun goes down in the horizon unfair.
When everthing young,
Dies without a song.
Then what remains,
but the past lingering pains?
And when the pains sing along,
They jar Life's beautiful song-
And yet why do hearts cry?
When cruel fate so truly lie?
Hear now,the whispers sing,
It wounds the edge of Life's spring........
What exactly was the loss and gain?
The sky looks a ghastly red,
And flowers fell on the death-bed,
The sky is shedding many a tear,
They've wounded its beloved dear-
Time,you shoul've been slower,
The stained glass shows a wounded flower,
What inhuman insanity is this?
It defiles the purity of bliss,
What lies before is emptiness,
The poisoned wind now leaps to guess.
Sparkling like chaste desire,
Her beauty had the warmth of fire.
Tattered gown now and bruised feet,
Darkness around,blood-laden sleet.
The mind travels back in time,
And hears the church-bells sadly chime.
The invasion goes on and on,
Panting thoughts,hurt and forlorn.
The maimed Gaea sobbed and lost,
They poisoned her new white frost.
Past memories sadly vibrate..
Man has sealed earth's fate.
Also another incomplete love-tale.
Separation made unison fail.
Friends did so a cruel favour,
Guitar,roses,glances whatever.
Now the song dies out slow,
They've parted and tears dont flow.
Poisoned love now stand still,
Theres no moment theres no feel.
Also this the wind does bring,
It makes black desires sing.
Lost worlds and spirituality lost,
Dark lust, dark vanity blackens the frost.
The wind thus brings all such pain,
The earth's, the lovers',morality's refrain.
All is dark everywhere,
The sun goes down in the horizon unfair.
When everthing young,
Dies without a song.
Then what remains,
but the past lingering pains?
And when the pains sing along,
They jar Life's beautiful song-
And yet why do hearts cry?
When cruel fate so truly lie?
Hear now,the whispers sing,
It wounds the edge of Life's spring........