Immortal Shadows


A Poet

His thoughts were wont to
Silently listen to the chaos,
branching out to mark his race.
Politely virtue he worships
and he wishes with a verse to save humanity.
Humble, pure, his heart's a dowry
full of wildflowers that his bosom holds.
He submerges in the ocean's rhythm
drags his feet on a skeleton village
and raises hope with his palms.
He redeems with his belief in the reddening earth
His patience frees his agony.
He believes it's his duty to alleviate
and sacrifice his existence.
He spreads his pieces...a common action.
His poetic value blooms the truth.
He remains a burning poet within his flames.

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