Wounds That Began To Heal
Although the desires, the hopes, the needs and the hunger
the raw emotions of anger are the same
the magic of love in the air of a far away land,
In the remanence of pride
of the kings that rode these lands
on the footpaths bejewelled with stones
reflecting the glare of the sun
and as I breathe the cool morning breeze
through my lungs, my heart began to heal
It may not forget what is that belongs to the past.
now, as real as a ghost in the nightmares I had.
Just as spilled ink on the blank pages in a diary
dates too painful to note
unspoken wounds from the memories made their scars
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