Empty whispers yet remain
in the dark places we disdain
Yet their intent remains
past hillside gates now broken
As winter burns and breezes sting
Spirits are left to their pondering
And if we could learn anything
we might listen to all they've spoken
Once grand wisdom walked the earth
and far greater days saw Kings' births
Once our mortal frames carried worth
and the world bore endeavors well
Now the chatter of our restless vanity
brings chaos in an utter insanity
What is gained in pointless bantering?
Why trade meager heaven for mighty hell?
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Şiir"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
