My life’s book I wrote
Filled it with melancholic anecdotes,
But he was the only jubilant chapter
Worth changing my theme for
~ Words Above Swords ~
As dusts shuddered with the winds,
I glanced how the rain drops helped them down,
Settling them on earthly grounds.
And then did winters arrive
I heared vapours quaver,
Just when the dusts lifted up in fogs
I knew they were retunrning the favour.
Words Above Swords