A Poem by Irenic

Many things are sunup of every other things.

Under the brightening ocean,
Lies sleeping ignition
Of a fish
Who lives non-silent, without any wish,
Like the satisfied heart
Which cannot be transformed into a piece of art
That explains a true color
Lacking a blur.

Beneath the glowing sun,
There stands a tree-the living bun,
That spreads its branches
To prevent all scratches,
Like a broken soul
That heals every heart, making a new mole
To shine it again,
And never bleed the vein.

Below dusty air,
Stands rows of vehicle, like a cake's layer,
Before the red light
When the moon is white,
Like the patience of all
In the path of success to get all.

Beside stars,
Above the ground of wars,
Lies galaxies and black holes
That hide the truth in their bowls
Like the minds
That stores what each finds
Under the ground
Or in a wound.
Under the sky,
Below ground's why,
In between, there lies humans cry
Who is compilation of every why

© 2019 Irenic

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Added on July 3, 2019
Last Updated on July 3, 2019
Tags: Compilation



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