Magical Poetry

Magical Poetry
Micheal Ace

Thursday, 29 September 2016


Only the time understands
this immature turns in time

It surly aches this tender tongue
How we detailed to 'is' from 'was'
For my broken veins couldn't bleed
when i'm cut with the keen blades
Who brought joy upon saddened sky?
That it refuse to shed tears on earth.

The royal cloth hung on eternal wall
Because the throne befits no heir
A glance through this diary of time
And i saw the past buried in despair
The backyard where our elders cheer
Becomes the site where the dead lies.

Our strands of letters which spelt life
were drowned below breaths of earth
The hive of bees now thirst for honey
And our canes become the bitter stem.
Barren trees begets stemless leaves
as fertility is what only unborn dream

Micheal Ace

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