Poems from marselinny
There is no peace left on this woeful, wistful world;
There is no wonder we worry about wages and wars—
Wars to be waged.
Darkness and...
My song sings millions
Though words are mute
Mute the chaos, the slander, the world—
The world needs to hear my song.
My song is an earnest...
If I could read between the lines,
I would picture you and me,
Dancing together between the letters,
Prancing peacefully above the capitals...
I.
Her face has traces
Of dots she can’t erase,
Her image dissatisfies her
So much that she
Smirks at her own
Reflection.
II.
Her face...
The pregnant skies bore
A shower of tears,
Hoping the sun would soon
Return to brighten her spirits.
She wishes the pain would cease
And be...