Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Scattered Thoughts: just is


Frightened as I am in this quaking days
Waking my soul deep inside the hardness of my bones
My heart still pumps but the beating stops
What happened to my heavenly places?
What happened to my ground?
What have I failed to understand?

I used to hear the sound of flowing waters
Until the flood of angry voices grew hard and draw so close to me,
That even their whisper is a scream!

I used to let the rain washed over me, cleaning the dirt in me
But the lands are dry and the rain,
with which I have waited to pour out for so long…
never thought of dropping by.

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