Smiling Sorrow
Grey turns the sky at noon:
Broken arrows storm the atmosphere
With their terrible mastiff and slavers
And carted away the glowing stars.
I gazed with a blurred lens
Into the sky where the sparrows fly
But the smoke from the burning huts
Had scared away the sparrow’s choristers:
No song, no peace, not even a glimpse of hope
No light, no night, not even the sweet shining stars
For smiling sorrows swings back and forth the town
And clanged to the souls that once did smile
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