Relic Of Serenity Poem by Altair Laahad

Relic of Serenity
Synergetic madness swang as a ripe red apple between us
Calling our sight to that line
On the middle of the world
Ready to quench the desire
Painted in the apple skin
I, therefore, laughed and jumped
On the middle of the world and never dumped
Nor forgot the dreamful madness
Raised as a bridge of hope over the river of sadness
Eaten away in the jokes we told
Loudly to those tall trees that still stand erect
In the middle of the world
Carressing the relic of serenity