A Father And Son

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Wars are fought throughout the years

Memories hold on, till blood and sweat smears

The stars in the night sky twinkle against their will

Their world in a standstill


Flowers bloom to see a light they yearn for

So their leaves and stem would wither and die

The skies that engulf are not blue

Ashen clouds that drift in the sea meant to lure


Son, my dear child

I know of the beginning and the end

So I find a guide

Towards a world; where flow of time should not to be mend.


But father,

Wars are fought admist the hearts of men

Memories live forever, till the night withers away

The stars burn bright against the darkness that holds them in a den

Their world like an arrow that makes way


Flowers spread the petals apart in hope

They ask to be known by children of young heart

The sky was blue once

Till violence painted on the canvas like art


The flow of time need not be mended

For it lies in the wisps of souls

Which cannot be broken nor shattered

As it has endured cruelty in the waves of fantasies


Yet the night still remains and the flowers bloom

On this perch that we lay, let us watch a world to be gone soon.

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aughh

i finally finished this. My biggest poem up to date


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