How strange that piercing blue above
amidst the growing cape of dust
Even sound has lulled its roar
The sand and waves are all that breathes
1000 memories crash my mind
As day and night grow dim
Yet somewhere in the battle raging
A melody within me seethesIt is a song of tender aching
for a time so far away
Faces, places, lovers dances
childhood fantasies
My flute my only friend
Amidst this tumultuous stench
Yet why my eyes should furrow?
It's all just pageantryTo this land my bones shall scatter
Though my home is not of here
Yet, still my flute, she knows the score
of the beat this land has laid
A symphony of a million tears
I am but one more fallen
For they who wrote the script
There'll be no accoladeShadows move about me
Someone calls my name
But that piercing blue grows stronger
My flute I prepare to play
And as the tune ascends me
My mothers eyes I see
For her I give my encore
As the blue takes me away
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Peach Blossom Wine
PoetryThis book contains all poetry, quotes and thoughts that I not only added to every one of my books, but they are all inspired by Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms. It is a Peach Blossom book of Inspiration which contain all my own thoughts, quotes, letter...