When the
page without sense
Fell off the
table,
With a
cracking sound
The bit of
life rubbed on it, for no offence
Smelt of
dust, was able
To lighten it
up that’s on the ground.
Lovers met
years ago
Roped in as
one,
Winds in
between urging to go
Their paths in
them, so undone
No sound, no
one around
They leave
to live without a show.
Wars are in
and they are out
Rules within
their killing shout,
If love’s to
be for it to make
They hang on
walls, and look so fake
Better they
part with their single heart
Without losing
their simple art.
The page
that fell with a cracking pain,
Will fly anew and sing again.
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