a few splashes of colour.
Shards of broken dreams.
A little bit of hope mixed with sunshine.
A little shine from the silver moon,
With weathered lines of pain and disgust.
The smile of a flower
The tenderness of a child
Life like the flowing breeze
Which leaves a silent whisper in my ear.
The tears of God
The dewdrops on newly born leaves
The kindness on the woman with a stick
And the aagony caused by the underneath
The scent of the tree
Which stands strong.
Strength-oh that beautiful feeling
And love-destruction and birth.
Freedom of the flowing dove
Peace of the silence.
And all that's unsaid.
Feelings
Words
Pain
Seperation
Love
Loss
Smile
Tears
Joy
Voice
And all of it in one bottle called life.
posted by ziana | 6:33 AM
4 Comments:
this was quite a hi-fi poem ...
i cudnt really understand wht it meant...(sry..)
bt still i think u must have put in a lot of efforts for it..
so for tht i think the poem is beautiful...!!!!!!!!
it dint take effort..
it just flowed out..
if u know what i mean..
thanks for your comment anyway:)
with weathered lines of pain and disgust.
that line was so out of place when i began reading and made so much sense when i'd read through.
The tears of God
The dewdrops on newly born leaves
i like
the dewdrops ARE God's tears right ?
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