I remember the people
who have wept tears of pain.
The beating of waves
on the oceans of sadness,
- sweeping over the world
- waves of tears washing on the shores of consciousness
why did it start?
how can it end?
Hands reach out ...
imploring,
beseeching.
Hope dies, they draw back ...... resigned ...... defeated
The wind sings its sad song of pain.
The trees bow their branches to join the wind
in its cry of anguish.
The hills stand ..... silent ........ watching ........
brooding over the oceans of sadness.
Like that grain of sand
which though warmed by the sun
presses the other sand beneath....
so we
turn our face to the sun
and forget
that past of pain
those voices crying
those hands that reach
How can it end?
when did it start?
Before time,
sadness brooded.
After time .........
echoes of pain will whisper.
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