As the sonnet of sunsets
tells the tale of fading light
so the cries of a frailed heart
tells of its tinted droplets
A similitude… A dangling rope
which from a pole hangs
once whole and of man
then cut… So does hope!
The folklores of the taken soul
once of man, then immortality
need not be told of brutality
what’s of the mind had been shown
The wordless flight of a falling feather
which from a bird departs
the likes… A familiar heart
that dies, the severance of our forever!
Life in Written Words 