Thursday, October 6, 2016

My Poem: World War III by Eleanore Ferranti Whitaker

Shallow breaths, shallow sighs,
Molten passions, someone dies.

Shallow paths, shallow seas,
Earthen creature no one frees.

Shallow music, shallow days,
Caustic words and evil ways.

Shallow rivers, shallow streams,
Broken hearts and broken dreams.

Shallow chances, shallow skies,
Blinded paths and blinded eyes.

Shallow winds, shallow flowers,
Endless days, endless hours.

Shallow leaves, shallow trees,
Solitary soul that no one sees.

Shallow moments, shallow glances
Would Peace, pierced by lances.

Shallow breaths, shallow sighs,
Deception, greed, someone dies.

Shall grave...someone dies.

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