Thursday, March 10, 2016


Small dark lake, peaceful with no life
Wild plants on its banks flourish and thrive

Ducks and birds, like ghost, smile and cry
A white swan attempts to fly

A hunter’s shot fires in the sky
The lake stays silent, no one knows why

Some steps behind are counting weeks
The time has stopped and nature shrinks

The wind whispers wordless lullabies
The branches struggle, try to make strong allies

The sun warms and awakens the will
My angel is still here, dies but tries to feel

A battle has losses but war is still on..
My fight is eternal, now I am not alone

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