Poems from Ylzm
The rains fell, briefly,
On the mercilessly scorched earth,
but vanished, just as briefly;
Hot steam now blanket the earth,
The heat seeped...
The Eagles,
Hang Still,
In the Wind,
On their Wings.
The soul:
ages not, neither decays,
dies daily when we sleep,
ressurects the next day,
renewed and refreshed.
Unmoved by tears
Untouched by reason
Without heart nor mind
But welcoming of the vilest
For they bring gifts of gold
Triumphant is Trump.
Astirred within
Affirmed without
I spoke
And heavens moved.