26 September, 2015

Muses of a lark

Why are there
filters on cigarettes
As pain demands to be felt
Not to knock out but to bring a deep enough-
sounding lesson
to the student.

When will there be
the rainbow that we all awaited
From many years ago
To know that the sad rain-
of happiness drowned has gone
But not regretted that it came.

Will there ever be a time
where we can be happy
like the larks in the sky
fluttering through before the hunter-
came and took your partner's life
before you could say goodbye?

So I hope you know
that the best lesson is sorrow
In it is a yearning for pain
earnest calling of desperation till-
the Sun dawned
For that is then; when joy is, oh yes! It is known.


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