thoughts on middle eastern eruptions

if the root of the bark minds me hiding

clouded lilies will be waving farwell

to most beloved buried underneath

holy ashes spreading on white sheets

 

hearts can bear pain in memories

souls dividing into fractures of being

and lost is humanity on gunfires burning

deep down into lifes lived on edge and crumbles

 

laughing at the verge of downfall

in lemon orchards and olive trees

running the night away with songs

prayed on pearls and wounded knees

 

screaming at the shattered bricks

through tunnels water floats in veins

drought grows in the house of virture

afraid of the mirrors gaze we hold our breath

 

copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger

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