why should
something so important
be said?
or why should....
will that matter?
i am tired of all these
bickering
a drop of blood
a dew, a tear
some sweat
drops
a spit, a venom
from your snake,
a smoke, a gun burst,
a bomb, a drop of water
from the sky
a speech of denial,
an euphemism from a well-rounded
ambassador of
deception,
a divided country
a dumb herd of sheep,
a fleeting school of fish,
a red rose on a glass vase
by the window
facing the sun rising from
the hills
a frame of a window
and you sitting there as another
silhouette of
art.
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