The Past Poem by James Atil

The Past



Calm and still like the deep river.
my mind creates a sound.

Past is naive and innocent.
Dark and cunning is my mind.

Birds sings in glory,
Thou art soul mourns.

Freedom and reality,
Obscure and lost.

The past ans at my last.

Monday, October 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: emotions
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James Atil

James Atil

Cebu, Philippines
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