Monday, 24 October 2011

words


They tell you how it is,
could be true or not
in time it will figure
Judgement is made,
sharp as a blade,
cool as a river.

You understand,
an angle of their words
others help to see
Not always fair,
a very loud blare,
doesn't set me free.

They come from a place
distant from the moment
so shall be forgiven
To these words,
fly higher birds,
Finally peace is driven.

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