Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Fading Storm


Sometimes I hear ,
myself in a calm place
and a casual time,
with the shadows of stars,
under the bright moonlight;
on the streets,
where a mother holds a child,
protecting her love,
them satisfying their hunger,
in a good warm supper.

 Oh dear one,
is it your smile
or the stories of the
tortured souls
playing nice for once?

 Is this the cure
or an illusion of panacea ?
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