Liberation
Long night’s dream
Pregnant with freedom
An aching heart’s song
For the souls lost yonder
Virgin sparkle of the spring water
Brings the jaded back to life
Angry hawks soaring high in the sky
Slips out a laughter in the tear stained eye
Through the winters spent among the snow laden peaks
He leads him as alone he cries and screams
Figure of future emerging from the shadows of the past
His ashes to dust, this fight was not the last.
Pregnant with freedom
An aching heart’s song
For the souls lost yonder
Virgin sparkle of the spring water
Brings the jaded back to life
Angry hawks soaring high in the sky
Slips out a laughter in the tear stained eye
Through the winters spent among the snow laden peaks
He leads him as alone he cries and screams
Figure of future emerging from the shadows of the past
His ashes to dust, this fight was not the last.
posted by 1310 | 6:07 AM
1 Comments:
An off hand remark, so you may choose to ignore it...am no expert myself...but somewhere this poem lacks the lucidity tht ur other poems have...the reader's thought process gets interrupted by the myriad visions as ur lines pull the mind to different directions...neways...didnt mean to be critical
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