PlantationA Poem by itai
My dreams have aged like wine,
I have seen some answers inside my velvet life The deep mystery of Self buried in rock Hard-as-ever, was cracked open by a blooming rose. She looked at me and saw through it all, assured me that i had survived the storm. I have looked Rhodesia dead in the eyes son, She no longer exists her dreams got shot in the war zone, sometimes the truth lies in the soldier that never returns home, gun slung over his shoulder as the butterfly screams a sad song. © 2014 itai |
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Added on July 21, 2014 Last Updated on July 21, 2014 Author
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