Loops


Assaults
indistinct shadows
horror in streets
the dawn closing in

The day
sometimes white
sometimes black
bodies falling like rain
and souls like snow

Decades has passed
there were scars on these streets
stones burned upp to black
we see lighttraces
and we wish
cause, the iron bars
didn't catch any dreams

/Dilsewat




Poetry by Dilsewat
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Written on 2006-10-13 at 12:07

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No iron bar will ever hit a dream!
This is a fierce text, and a beautiful one!
2006-10-13


Zoya Zaidi
Yes, The scars remain for a long time to go...inside and outside...dear Dilsewat...

Love,
Zoya
2006-10-13