Foolish warA Poem by brendaA wilted flower with an essence of dead around it, Silently giving her fumes to lamented souls A girl’s tear turns to blood as she weeps, She pricks her finger with a thorn of a rose. Anguish and despair fill her mind. Her arms, legs, heart shivers from all this hatred. Everything is dry, a fearful dessert to pass through, no green leaves, no water... Over the prairies of darkness She sits Watches in silence the battle Lost souls run away, new visitors shiver of the thought They stay away in their nice sweet homes This battle is foolish yet deaf to the warriors A little girl conserves her hopes And plants a new flower… Blooms as if a newborn was seeing the world for the first time If only the world will be seen with those pure eyes If only this foolish combat would not have started Then the girl who watches it all will write about the beauty of the world not the darkness of it Whoever did this, whoever caused it is a fool Whoever is part of it is a dead mouse in a trap I want new people to come; there are new talents to explore They have new insights to the world, what is keeping this? Two warriors yet far away but they make it seem like they are locked up in a cage together Their slaves are at their sides keeping up with everything, fighting for a cause that can be forgotten A strong feeling of remorse lingers through the cage Revenge it is written in their names and foreheads Sweat is millions of tears fallen from each person, The end... She writes, hopes that her words will be heard... It is titled “A foolish combat “ © 2011 brendaAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on June 5, 2011 Last Updated on June 5, 2011 Authorbrendaboredom city:p!!!, FLAboutMusic Playlist at MixPod.com love to plaster my feelings on paper.:) i am 15 years old and i love to write:D i seriously cant live withouth music and as you have noticed i love smiley faces!.. more..Writing
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