Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Sunday, 22 July 2012


The vines of the old  giant fortress,
Grow old and weary over the craggy rocks-
As the entwined branches cover the  dead and the living.

The death of the old,
Gives way to the growth of the living,
The ways and the days-
Of  inevitable qualms and of forgiving.


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