Cemetery Of Scream

Dust particles of th eempty words like left wings of the unvisible birds
flowers the storm of the words'n'feelings h's like wind
frail and brittle stalks-it's time to pass and die lightnings of feelings
the silence of the warm evening stars threw on the heaven like the seeds of
flowers of hate'n'love
The rains streaming along the edge of the counter
flowing down the shoulders and face cold blows of whip
the whisper of silent drops windows, panes of flashes'n'brilliance
the darkened by the grey fog of the gloom
Liberation'n'freedom empty cages out of pigeons
we were floated by the ocean with the eternal prophecy in the hand