July 19, 2016
The butterfly gave her colors away,
And the bee forsake their sting
the breeze lifted the dunes,
and the lyrics set out to find their tunes.
Roses drained their colors,
And rainbows went around the world
The thorns blended into the stems so much
For that last glance and that final touch.
The gypsies wandered the places unfound,
And the nomads prayed in their deserts,
For her to turn back, that magical sway
The Souks gave their gold away.
Yet she hid quietly in her play,
Not to be found and brought to the ground,
And those endless fields of nameless lives,
Lay there silently watching her tomb survive.
Gyanban Thoughts: Few lines dedicated to the victims of the recent terror attacks in France.God bless their families. We grieve with them.
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