Sarajevo Roots and Leaves

SARAJEVO ROOTS AND LEAVES From where all hate comes from, the roots are strong, but never to be known, forgotten by the branching of the tree, through right and wrong, as blood is sucked so life can come to die. Forgotten is love's moment, and each kiss, and every step in hoping not to fall, each joy of birth, it all comes down to this, the dying of each leaf soon tells it all. The cycle in-complete, and ending not, goes here to there, but no one ever learns the way to back, it all turns into rot, decay of life that feeds the roots in turn. In palaces, no king is ever known to have a friend, each one will die alone. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet