Some people are always right
even when they are wrong
no longer need to be terrified
for every scenario a song
walking in the cold Spring morning
weeping willows hush my cries
legs shaking with angst
wind doesn't care, just sighs
standing beside the grave so fresh
the wilted flowers I behold
they too once stood tall like me
so radiant, brave and bold
the righteousness of some lies buried
already before they die
judgment falls like a rock to crush
then again, who am I
fools who believe to know it all
the madness of the sane
lost at the crossroads for the last time
any route will do, care slain
power be to those so strong
who close their valves, stop the flow
red the colour of love, passion and blood
black and emerald the colours of woe
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killea: thank you, Noel
killea: Thank you, Bert
'weeping willows hush my cries': splendid sentence!!!
A very strong poem, June!
killea: many thanks, fairy
You did it again june! Angst sounds so profound and not of this Earth in English. I like it.
killea: thank you, dddfish
killea: many thanks, Jan
very beautiful J.
killea: thank you sweetheart
Weer een pareltje June.
killea: many thanks, tessy
It sounds like a song, so right and nice, very nice!!
killea: many thanks, Anne