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