singing under the sun….

written on slate

with the rhythm of sand

the colors all fade

when time turns around

washed in the winds

temper hurrying down

opening our gates

just to shut them up

coming like rain

sounding sniper fire

washing back shores

flaming hard desires

dancing each step

walking down the aisle

swallowing the hurt

swimming in lit ice

flying through miles

carrying a title

needle through viens

seeking survival

high on living

need a revival

fed up of breathing

the air’s suicidal

coloured on skies

sketched with kites

red, yellow, white

another one dies

nobody knows

what fate recites

knives through your heart

drenching all might



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