Sunday, March 24, 2013

Bridge (Free Verse)


Life’s born from the womb of the wise
With her, comes a cheer
With her, comes a sorrow
She canvasses to the grace

Where’s the cheer lying peacefully?
In the vault where she leaves.
Where’s the sorrow found obviously?
In the dungeon where he crawls.

The conceit Ramses advances to light
the bliss of a little mortal
The bizarre breeze halts to see the sight
the weep of a severe mental

The firmament is expressionless face
that doesn’t care but himself
He strides with rapid pace
and doesn’t listen as a shelf

Cheer comes with the bliss
Sorrow comes with the weep
They kiss in the peace
On the bridge where they meet

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