The sting of hate, countless lives lost: death.
It is true; we have forgotten parlous strife!
Endowed with life, eager to neglect.
Posted in response to the challenge Iran.
Disremembrance
More by Syzer
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Ankles Cuffed to Endless Constellations
I had led my own crusade to
the stars above; to the unknown.
Through soles of my feet, I graced the
lights upheld. Carefully, I danced
to the song of success. Chasing
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You and I
Verse 1
We met under our darkened skies, humming
our own lullabies, that
sent the stormy clouds chasing.
With our shadows tailing behind us, in
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A Verdant Attempt at a Sonnet
Must we take the road displayed to us now,
With trim and tidy hedges to our side?
Curated by the hands that don't allow?
The hands that act if yesterday we died.
And if beyond we go this dreary road,
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