Category : Poems

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Sun dials aim to fields of glass 
Beams of fire bleach the vast seas  
Thunderclouds reign volleys of lightning-bolts Bellowed by the horns of demons
Blasting winds which scorch our spirits 
And have its nails pierce our souls Our worlds are falling and our words no meaning yet we mourn our ancestors and bless our children leaving our gifts from god behind