When the locusts of falsehood
are swarming in your serene land
covering the truth of sun, causing havoc
by the powerful wings of their sheer multitude.
Be the powerful eagle
Spread your glorious, strong wings
Rise above, perch on the mountain top
Wait for the end, the life of lie is too short.
When the dusts of lie rides the wind
twisting, turning, creating a storm
back off from it, rise above to truth
be the gentle, loving, calm moon.
Soon the wind will know the truth
shake off those dusts from his wings
They will gently go back to earth to sleep
While you will shine crystal clear, up above.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
3 comments:
I like the feel, the attitude of this piece. Well done! Keep writing!!!
dear lea,
i think our hearts speak the same language.
with lots of love,
trisha
dear ajey,
thanks for your sweet encouragements.
warmest wishes,
trisha
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