The Burnt Temple

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I love visiting the ruins, the old places… A place can be interpreted, specially if it reminds you secrets, you told no one.

Submitted: April 20, 2013

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The burnt temple

 

The temple has been burnt down

Yet has the warmth of a winter day

And pangs of a blackened guilt

And a glorious lake all around

Where swans alight with blazing wings.

 

But Its more than a heap of charred ruins

From a distance it looks like a woman bending

At the feet of a frowning emperor

Whose pleas for justice are heard by winds

A song that clanging shackles sing..

 

So I make my way through dusty weeds

That once had been Immortality’s passage

And try to find those forgotten imprints,

That labyrinth of cold hints

Spared by the rippling flares,

That hesitation in the voice of air….

 

Our mystery buried in the rays of sun

That either I know or my only one..

 

 

 


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