• bushra_sayed 11w

    Inharmonic Heaven

    Why it isnt seen
    The beseech of a mourning flesh
    Harmonic bodies that mesh
    The cuts of the remains pleads
    The shock of certain heeds
     Where are those tears stored
    When it isnt seen

    Why it isnt heard
    The subdued strangled weeps
    For the masses that bleeds
    Into the inharmonic heaven
    They are not hearken
    If Slience do sings in the court
    How it isnt heard

    Why it isnt felt
    The shadows follows the dark
    For innocence is on the mark
    Into the portions of life
    Hand in hand with death is rife
    If deads have touched your sky
    Then , what isnt felt


    ©bushra_sayed