More often than not, people tend to forget about God when times are not rough.
Do you see death hiding behind the stars?
My eyes but see it in the glare of the midday sun
When the sky, unhindered by clouds, is blue
What pleasure it is to conquer the expanse
And to drape it with colorful kites
As to how your heart yields to delight
Against the backdrop of blanket monochromy
Basking in the sunshine, the damned are in the broadway.
Ysh Cabana © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved
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