Sunday, August 24, 2014

Destruction And Clearance

Its a sad kind of disappearance
The one that easily isnt spoken about
A cycle of destruction n clearance
A song flows through my mouth

Of a time of love and indulgence
Coveted dreams of the south    
Promises made and assurance
One wouldn't leave the other without
   
Its a sad kind of disappearance
Gently quietened after a brief shout
No one to reclaim occupance
Fields destroyed, a prolonged drought
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