Justice Poem by Sahar Sahar

Justice



Cut deep to my bones,
with your cruel edge of deciet,
a weather dark,
spill tearful night amid dark sky,
whereas my heart weeps,
tears of mourned weep.
under a tree of graveyard,
as my weary eyes,
wait for justice,
in depth of dark.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,justice,weather
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