Poems From Vault
Poems From Vault
(I)
Kill (bury) me when I fall the second time,
For I won't have the courage to stand again.
People with failed purposes are more vicious
Then people without any purpose, I reckon.
Kill (bury) me in the cremation ground,
For I can witness others burning.
(ii)
Dwindling, drifting, dreaming soul;
Wandering in this demanding world.
Parallel, placid, poignant strings;
Singing songs addressed to winds.
Rainbows under greyest skies like moon's light, in disguise.
If all the trees in the woods were the same, would it be a peaceful flock
Or an endless maze.