When the tides dismember,
everything will rot;
love and Happiness, you need not,
I never wonder if ever
our stars may cross,
must you feel victory or loss?
must you feel better or sore?
When the tides irrationally move,
should we abruptly think of remedy?
when every word we utter,
radiates a void of understanding,
must we stop and stare
upon all the fray;
upon all of the images in our minds?
When the tides collapse,
must we believe of pain?
that everything had its lapse;
that everything was in vain,
eloquently bickers and portrudes,
the tables and chains,
are gone.
When the tides stop,
The water will be silent,
The sky shall utter a slope,
Of beautiful colors from red to violet,
And a sky of diamonds full of hope,
Shall shine on the depressed.
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Petals & Dust
PoesíaP E T A L S flaking away from my soul, waking me up to the truth. Soiling the ground beneath it; carcasses fragile and hollow. D U S T blown away by the winds, feathering out of sight; the crust, silently creeping away, crowning the sadness I utte...
