In Deep Waters
It's the depths of your ocean -
more important than wavelength.
The continuous questioning
stumbles on edge.
Disbalancing proportion
influences the bane's strength.
There's single suggestion: Ink
must be left
as a pledge
to the circles of Living
for the happier dusting
for the better tomorrow
where the Sun WILL arise,
currency is caregiving,
where the lie is disgusting,
where the most pain is sorrow
over choosing unwise.
I hope, somewhere in timeline
our veins will be woven
into something tremendous
like a hydrogen bomb.
I know, this growth is malign.
But I wish I could point
on your heart for momentous
question 'where I come from?"
27/05/2013
NikA
Copyright © Alexandra Nik | Year Posted 2013
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