Tearfully,
With throbbing
Pain
And always will!
The cowardice,
The murder,
Of Innocence,
And Innocents
That leaves
An emptiness,
A chilling sorrow
So very present,
Never forgotten!
Today or Tomorrow,
Impossible to fill.
RIP
My heart goes out to All who lost loved ones.
And deepest gratitude to the Heroes that saved
so Many.
That was putIn a Country to rule,He kicked it blind,But no one did mind,For all other mules,Were also but Fools.
Or reach the ceiling,Poetry is the door,That when opened,Always offers,More and more.
Most Poetry lovers,Prefer Love to hate.
The poet hopes his inner flowers,Will turn into poetic towers,While he makes love to the Moon.
Always lookingFor the Unattainable,The desired PerfectionWe all dream ofAnd want.
As a moment of Love,If you are lucky enough,To come under its touch.
