The Lost Ones
Amidst their struggle still to gain,
Their tears have sunk for the suddenly slain. . .
Sprinkled drops of warm red rain.
The edge that stirs up a vast deep pain.
Though our fragile hearts break again,
They lie in our thoughts like a mild wild flame. . .
Even as they return the way they came,
Our minds were the graves they've always lain.
Copyright © Oluwaseun Ogunbiyi | Year Posted 2006
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