SilenceA Poem by R.A. Youngblood
Alone while the town is prevailed by silence,
At the moment all my dreams are growing into ruins,
Like when wind tears off the petals of branches.
Reins are too short to me,
and there are no wild horses on the valley.
There's just a name on the telephone pole,
And one little bird who's awaking the distant morning with her song,
And a red carnation who's tucked into squeaky gates.
I drew a heart on the paper while sadness is trespassing on it.
In the street there's lights turning on who's never shined before,
And the paper kite is remained tangled in the birch trees.
© 2012 R.A. Youngblood
Added on April 28, 2012
Last Updated on April 30, 2012
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