Two Angels
Make a symbol...
There burns a war between two nations,
over the years, fueled by intimidation...
Like leaves in oaks, I'll learn to fall
from branches short or from to tall...
My eyes browse through
pages of poems...
Time somebody told me
That I am lovely, good, and real...
This is something new to me,
So I'm using it in poetry...
I have come to realise
that I am all alone...
How are you? My wise, unmoving friend.
You, whose leaves today hold - carefully...
I write her life,
Wondering what they write of mine...
I have exiled crimson sunsets,
extinguishing any newfangled flames...
I was a white-yellowish left shoe,
with black and thin laces tied-up...
What if I walked
up-side-down...