Wednesday, 17 October 2012

You won't know those evenings...

And ever since
the river flowed
across the gentle plains,
in her heart
a lilting lullaby
silenced forever.
The evenings
forgot the melody
of homecoming.
Migratory birds
died en-route
thirsty, lonely and loveless
Some grave
was razed to nothingness
to ease my soul's
breaking the repertoire
of past births.
To create
from chaos
is insanity.
Mute the pain.
Nurture a desert
within an oasis.
Salvation is deafening.
Each teardrop plays a note
Let it rain...let it rain...let it rain. 

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