Composed by: Azm
The sound of silence,
the worthy while,
none that make sense,
strengthening yet fragile.
And through the blue lens,
beyond few miles,
along hundred untold stories,
bringing smiles;
with sadness and glories,
kept in mind.
the worthy while,
none that make sense,
strengthening yet fragile.
And through the blue lens,
beyond few miles,
along hundred untold stories,
bringing smiles;
with sadness and glories,
kept in mind.
The vibes of nature,
the whispering wind,
the frozen peaks,
the winged beasts ,
swimming along;
taking a different mode.
the whispering wind,
the frozen peaks,
the winged beasts ,
swimming along;
taking a different mode.
The ups and downs,
the highs and lows,
the blooming jasmine,
the withered rose.
See the difference,
feel the pain,
behind the cold fossils,
secrets remain,
carrying cruel smiles,
calling fake names;
It's for me they cry out,
I'm all there to blame!!
the highs and lows,
the blooming jasmine,
the withered rose.
See the difference,
feel the pain,
behind the cold fossils,
secrets remain,
carrying cruel smiles,
calling fake names;
It's for me they cry out,
I'm all there to blame!!
Copyright © 2011 Azm
Nice poem.
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