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Though, a drop of light shines on my lips;
It’s full of heavy darkness inside the heart!
Like a Hippocratic mind, everything vanishes,
Including the bright stars in the open sky!
Though Music is dancing on the life stage;
Behind the scene, a cry, a song of melancholy;
It’s a dark face; in damaged shape; debris!
Borrowed smiles, on a large scale sale;
Dwelling deep sorrows in a human mind,
Living as if dead; loving as if with hatred!
*
BY
Williamsji Maveli
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williammaveli.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.moonmakers.com
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
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Though, a drop of light shines on my lips;
It’s full of heavy darkness inside the heart!
Like a Hippocratic mind, everything vanishes,
Including the bright stars in the open sky!
Though Music is dancing on the life stage;
Behind the scene, a cry, a song of melancholy;
It’s a dark face; in damaged shape; debris!
Borrowed smiles, on a large scale sale;
Dwelling deep sorrows in a human mind,
Living as if dead; loving as if with hatred!
*
BY
Williamsji Maveli
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williammaveli.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.moonmakers.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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