Forevermore

March 22, 2011
By Anonymous

Winter flows
Through icy seas
Wings bloom
Through different stories
Each one showing
A different flower
And with those words
Some may take
Offense to mean
How people die
In froth of waves
And waves of seas
Some may know
The despair beneath
That comes out every day
Crying out
For help and relief
So that it may rest
In final peace
For in that grave
People bloom
Sweet fruits that cherish
The others not
For when we go
And fall into
Those words we spoke
So long ago
But past not soon
We shall come
And break the silence
That is our deaths
And break the peace
That is our hearts
Forevermore


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