My body is
A bag of broken promises
A sachet of secrets.
My complicated past
Is still a joyful pain.
Memories flutter the heart
And readily become brain ***
The fag-ash dewdrops
On the sands of time
To arise phoenix -like.
I ask myself :
When will you get peace
Seek truce with past time
To start anew ?
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
My body is
A bag of broken promises
A sachet of secrets.
My complicated past
Is still a joyful pain.
Memories flutter the heart
And readily become brain ***
The fag-ash dewdrops
On the sands of time
To arise phoenix -like.
I ask myself :
When will you get peace
Seek truce with past time
To start anew ?