Sagacious words

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

Friday, 21 December 2012


Nature persistently fights the elements ethereal
And then leaves ephemeral traces of the surreal
The kaleidoscope of vengeful stars keep reeling
And cycles of constant pain refuse true healing
In a moral compass that has to fester and bleed
And through the due process that time must heed
Days of glorified hell can become something else
When all the shades of light are born from oneself.


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