We must die
Yet, for our words won't dry
On the blank sheet's of papers

Endlessly the poesy
Shall remain
Even in the aftermath

From all those poems
Who were given birth from a poet writer
They shall remain

When the poets breathe no more
The poems will breathe
For Eternally ....

Yet, the words will stay and remain the same
But the thoughts
Will speak to those whom read the poet's  poems

So, we shall write till the end
Even if we are reborn
And don't remember who we were in the aftermaths

Therefore our words live on
So, let us the poet's writers give a gift
To the poems

BY:D.E.T

Faith belongs to those who are not blind
To sight the light and darkness
When the light's fade
All you are left is with darkness
Because 'tween the light there was always the darkness

Fragile soul
Fragile

Soft crystal sobs
Soft crystal love

Pure romance
Soft sweet lips
Yet, the savior of the lips
Was bitter

She gave him roses
And as a return she got the thorns
She gave him meat and as a return she got the bones

Standing in a field cover up in white flowers
Gently holding the only red rose

What else can be red?
If she is surrounded by white roses

Looking at all the thorns
She holds them tight
Till the thorns cut her open

The blood is dripping
While she runs around the white field
Abd covers the white roses in red blood

Till she gets pale
For the last time she smiles
And whispers

"Finally the roses are red..."
Then collapses and for the last time she takes a look at the red rose that he gave her

Written July 16, 2016

Hum of the silence
Meanwhile the breeze is twirling
Onto  the rocky waves

Politely they collide
Splashing
Crushing against each other

The oceans waves keep dancing underneath the moonlight

Mean while in the daylight the sky
Is dye
To azure, white and gray

Dominant utter
Day and night

Day the waves roar
Night the waves soar

Written in July 14, 2016

Spring the leaf is born
And summer the leaf has grown
Then when autumn has arrived

The golden leaves
Will whisper
Good bye
To the branches
That once form
Part of the tree

Silently the leaf will collapse
On the ground
With no sound

Kneeling down
It will lay down till
They become dust

Meanwhile the wild
Breeze
Blows
The sentimental memories
The shadows of the wind

Will make the leaves that lay down in the ground
Speak to the shadows
Of the remains
Of the presence

Till it slowly
And lonely fade away........