A red hue, the rising Sun.
Our wandering souls in the endless sea.
My eyes on you, your gaze upon me.
Fret not for we are one.
A pleasant morning, the chilly zephyr.
Miscellany of birds across the sky.
A solitary man on a desolate path.
Brood not for intertwined our spirits lie.
A sultry noon, the scorching heat.
The world burning all around.
A destitute man in a forlorn world.
Worry not for together our paths are bound.
The silent shadows, a dark night.
The universe torn apart.
A lonely man in the derelict world.
Upset not for together are our hearts.
The next dawn, the mood grey.
Together we stand, stoop, pray.
Together we see, "A red hue, the rising Sun, "
Yet we smile, a knowing glance.
Fret not, we know in our hearts,
We'll live to die another day.
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The world to a poet
PoesíaRandom rhymes and tepid times, My weird wants and witty whines. Moral, immoral , these are just lines, May or may not hold symbols and signs, The path to glory, I guess is not my story. The glow of sacrifice, I'm never that nice. The hardship and st...
