Conflicts Poem by shimon weinroth

Conflicts



currents gone astray
are winds that boom
from far away-

uncalled for streams of thought
confusion that may bloom
a crimson blush, a red forehead-

synesthasia and bright metaphors
lend picturesque implicatures
wits, conciets, embellishments of more-

astray and uncalled for
come in waves of waves
tears shed. bloodshed, all kinds of wars-

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