Angry people – K.B

Angry people

 

 

They jest
And fight
Till the lonesome
Frog expires a last breath.

Rainforests so full of life,
I’m coming to taste
Diversity.

The white dove
Came by
Surrounded
By dark pigeons.

The melody of peace
Was no melancholy.

A deep movement
Was at the center,
Whirling.

I don’t have no cancer
But I need to confess
The secret tenderness
Of my soul now and then ;

The sun was flying ;

The moon had ceased
To climb.

The ladders were off,
The elevator took me
To the seventh sky.

I could dream
My lungs out
Until refreshments
Were brought,

I never heard
Of such
A cause ;

Leaving one
Wretched
At the end
Of the day,

Grief stricken
Laying on a bed.

But somehow
The soul decided
To travel

And dreams
Decided to
Pour themselves
In.

 

 

K.B

 

 

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