Left untold stories,
About his Memories
His Death.
Every Broken Tree
Left roots deep
Gone Through Earth, Free.
Like A girl's curly hair.
Every Fallen Bird
Left a nest
Over the forest.
Empty,
like A poor man's fist.
Every Dry Valley,
Left a groove through
The Mountains.
Like the scar on a gangster's face.
Every Fossil,
Left A trace,
Of An unknown History.
A book, unread yet.
Every Past,
Has its presence,
And Every presence,
Waits its past.
Copyright@[x]
Influenced by [z]
Future: A poem on Somalia.
BedTime's Quote[80]:
"Freedom Of Speech, Freedom Of Religions, Freedom Of Expression, Freedom Of Arts, Freedom Of Political Parties, Freedom Of Science, Freedom Of Sex, Freedom Of Drugs, Freedom Of Pornography...etc, But Wait, I only seek Freedom of Evil. Or I can't seek it? a bad desire? Isn't it a freedom too ? Well, if it's rejected then, Freedom doesn't exist but Limited " ---[x] [Social-Understanding]
Political Status: Peaceful.
Psychological Status: Tired, Bad Mood, Patient.
InfoBlog[1]: Jar AlQamar [General Blog, Arabic]
InfoBlog[2]: Techhash [Computer Programming]
Good Night Dear Readers.
3 comments:
Each stanza tells a story...
Very creative!
Personally I liked the 3rd one..
As always, amazing poem!!
Nefud: Thanks for stopping by.
Nameless: Are you in bad mood? despite the poem.
Obscured: yes take it back and love it all, hehe thank you :)
Marko: Thanks.
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