Away!
The voice of Baltazar
Storm clouds speak
Love fails but friends are loyal
There is but a slender coil,
A tightly twisted brain.
Be there blessing of disparate unity,
Or so be war again.
Then wishes of war,
Promise of ready exile,
A distant tower,
Sad and quiet hour.
On a rugged plain
In evening hour
With rusted heaps, tired frames
Sunset breathes, stakes a claim.
Mantua is far away
There shall be no peace.
Doves cannot be purchased.
They lie stiffly, dead at dawn.
War speaks, it will not be silent.
Wherefore art thou, Romeo?
Unrecompensed,
That sudden day of joy,
When girl departs, boy is strong
We are married to our graves
There is no wrong,
Only a slender tragedy.
When melancholy spreads, it spreads fast and all over the sea.
ReplyDeleteDo not succumb to waves.
A fighter you are. Recall your mission and aim. Life doesn't come to and end for a fighter if a wave rises and falls. Just relax awhile. A lot of things just fall in place; you don't have to try.
Thanks Sushama! I appreciate it!!
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