I heard her sing and then she danced.
She sang the song of glory and everybody clapped.
Whispers that were never heard,
Pierced throne never seen.
She still smiled and walked on; never opened her eyes;
To the world of disguise.
So mild yet so intense;
With every stroke, she grew stronger.
She won her battle with every spin;
Dark history found a new revolution.
The scars now became colours of her dreams.
The strokes made inspiring patterns.
She received the arrows; those used to strike.
And turned them into circle of life.
The shadow went behind and the delicate smile revived.
Hers was the halo that shined bright.
Hmm nice read
Been on the other end
Holocaust On a Monday Morning
They came in bunch of four
to bury the soul from under the soil
life failed him and the test he was giving
cast aside by the greatest love on earth
battled everything that went astray
thru days he went strong
life broke him for so long
eternal soul lay beyond eyes can see
what life fail to see was faith
strong as the strongest wind
deep as the deepest darkest fear
life failed while faith was always clear
deep as the heart can feel
burn deep down each soul
faith carries men to immortality
thanks. nice piece of writing too!
This end or the other end, battle is always for the humanity. Only when we surrender our soul, we find peace within, but the struggle is real and ever existing.
For all those who stood up, fought and conquered and are always moving for a better humanity. Peace
Yes, the usual asinine questions are the most dumbfounding. The objective idea of immortality.
The idea of immortality is a fact more than justifiable fiction.
Peace is not pragmatic but an option. i will heed to it.
You should write more.
Did U stop writing?