Crying voices
Crying out loud to the world outlarge,
i feel my voice sink,like some sailors in a wrecked vessel.
The smile on my face all wiped out,
like greens unwatered in the summer.

How then can some voice reach the world?
Feeling my dead tongue buried,
all because it lost its strength.
Does that now mean dead soldiers have no honour?

Deep in the sleeps,i feel my dreams buried,
like castles hanging in the air.
Where then did love go,
or Should we then call him a fairytale?

I thought i once heard life say love lives,
but today i see love lived.
No wonder why my voice keeps to cry,
with no ears close to ground.
How then can my voice be heard,
or should it be buried because its orphan's.
poppylove......

You write really great poems, Nice one

This SEYEFAR is truly talented and i love his work!.
Wonder where he is now (after 5yrs). . .

I'm so fascinated that i decided to write you this short one. . . . .
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Time comes and time goes,
so many grains on the beach of the shore,
a needle falls and you never see it again,
and who cares what becomes of a slave,
living or dead, mothers in constant loss of daughters,
but someday we shall find, the footprints on the beach,
and a rusty needle shall be dug up,
for either we are alive or dead,
our works remain till eternity. . .

Dedicated to SEYEFAR,
courtesy. . Hennessy