Monday, November 18, 2013

The truth

by Renton de Alwis

In that distant cry of a peahen
I hear the sounds of shackles breaking
singing "freedom's just another word
for nothing left to loose" yes!
nothing's left to be lost
or to be found again
for love in all its yonder
have fallen off the trees
like those leafy leaves twirling
swaying in the breezy wind
now lay still to be consumed
by the next falling rain


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