kissing the heavens
with my paper wings
into the heart and soul
with my ink talons,
the tale of the child
quivering under crystal bullets
and shedding his pearls
over the edifice, which
became his beloveds' grave,
if only these talons
could injure the death birds
of the 21st century,
if only his tears i could return,
return him as diamonds.
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Love the free flow of the verses and the rawness it exudes. :)
ReplyDeleteThank You Anna. I appreciate the compliment.
ReplyDeleteaws0m work man.....
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ReplyDeleteQuite a deep poetry..
ReplyDeleteRead such a piece for the first time and very unusual.
First time on your blog it's well kept and the most appropriate to pen down poems.
Thank You Alcina! Im glad you like it...
ReplyDeletethat is beautiful... wow i also write and at fifteen its kind of amazing to see how much words can affect ppl. check out my blog soometimes
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Thank You Rosa....and i shall surely check your blog out....
ReplyDeleteOMG Why didn't I notice this piece before? :O
ReplyDelete"the tale of the child
quivering under crystal bullets
and shedding his pearls
over the edifice, which
became his beloveds' grave"
I'm still trying to get over that! Brilliant man! You've outdone your awesome self with this!
thank you hairyman!... it means a lot coming from you! :)
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