THE SORROW OF THE WIND


Never a truth can be told
when a deaf ear unfolds

The pearls of the eyes
are easily sold

The ashes of wind
can tell you stories untold

Wounds can be sealed scars can be healed
but the wounds of the memories can never gets old

The bricks of destiny
can easily get cold

The water to the soil & the wind to the wild
are in need to meet that's all

The tried and tested ,the fried and feasted
are always eaten up and are gone

the best things come and get you off the hook
till it completely drains you of life and you are gone

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