Across The WindA Poem by MeeshAcross the wind I heard
the sound of someone’s searing soul, which left its
love-struck fortress, seeking whole and leaving hole, and searching for a
love to match the one that time had stole. Across the wind, I
heard the sound of someone’s searing soul.
Across the wind, I
heard the plea of peoples’ plaguing pangs, which fail for seeming
sympathy instead torments, harangues. They mock the depth of
destiny, how my life in balance hangs. Across the wind, I
heard the plea of peoples’ plaguing pangs.
Across the wind I heard
the hark of humans’ heavy hearts, which Tyranny and
Blasphemy had slowly torn apart. The Hark- it woke me
from my peaceful slumber with a start. Across the wind, I
heard the hark of humans’ heavy hearts.
Across the wind I heard
the moan of mankind’s murd’rous mouth, was parched with pain,
the passioned Flame, extinguished by the Drought, but has never felt the
love I feel for you, I have no doubt. Across the wind, I
heard the moan of mankind’s murd’rous mouth.
Across the wind I heard
the mourners carrying you away, heard mine own tears
hit virgin ground, which I knelt on in pain. Heard angels cry, heard
demons sigh, their fate had took its toll. They made resound, the
solemn sound, of someone’s searing soul.
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