A Memory of Promises
A Memory of Promises
The draft of our dreams since we were in a cradle,
The throb of my heart, the word for aching souls;
The word Promise takes us such space;
In the life of the living the will of the dead. .
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The Unwavering Promise of love that hath knotted relations,
Of folk tales, kings, queens, commonwealth.
The promise of an ever-brightening future,
The quicker of arrows strikes the heart,
Through the holes of unkept promises .
The dark and white angles of desires lay bare,
The secret business of promises floats still in Politics
The dramatised illusions of promises holdeth onto
The dreaming, ever-wondering humanity.