Poor Mad ThievesA Poem by S.FIn
an empty hall Roamed
a little girl Her
heart on freeze Her
voice like breeze
She
sang a sad song Of
a poor mad thief Who
killed lifeless people To
steal forgotten things
Invisible
tears Stained
her voice A
melancholic melody Sang
along
The
crowd of people Oblivious
of The knots of demons Dancing
in circles
People
would pity the thief But
she will not only that She
would go raid with him Because
of all, she does understand
All
the sad thieves ever wanted Was
to find what has been stolen The
three divine gifts: Peace,
love and happiness. © 2014 S.F |
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Added on October 23, 2014 Last Updated on October 23, 2014 Tags: thieves, thievery, loneliness, depression Author
S.FAlexandira, ALAboutI'm Salma and I write poetry. I believe that books are rather eccentric objects. Saviors and weapons at the same time. You see a clump of paper stitched up neatly and when you open it, all you see ar.. more..Writing
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