The Luggage of Lies and Loss
This is but a play of woes,
The tales of friends and fans that nurse friendly fires:
Oh what a bunch of friendly foes
The fiery flowers that lure into the mires
The moon in grey colors sings gladly
The stars dances in the colors of the night,
The sparrows’ concert ended sadly
But the world still smiles with a fainting light.
I gaze into the wings of the skies
To see if I could squat with the eagles
But the smokes that soar told me lovely lies
For I got to the blue skies only to find bubbles
With the sun and stars I shared my brawns and brains
Never did my heart shared fair dust and dross
Why oh why, after I had sown my gold and gains
Was I given the luggage of lies and loss?
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