Deserted land - By Murjanatu Umar

Deserted land

She was old and gray
and never sparkles
everything fades away
like a dry desert
which blackens her
madly flying in breeze
null of bones to pet
wondering lonely in a forest
who never heard a voice
to sympathize in troop
what a barn owl
forgot her way
and when the sun smiled
she was blind
with no enemy of her's
to eat her alive.

- Written by: Murjanatu Umar

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1 comment:

Fanzine Episódio Cultural said...


When the tempest falls
Seeds of tears wet the ground
Carrying in their wombs
The fruit of a new life:

Happiness will win the sadness
And overcome the rage.
Passion will conquest the madness,
Exceeding hearts with hope.

...And the tempest falls again,
Carrying in its womb
The embrio of a new war:

A fruit of a new sin,
Disagreement of a new age...

(*By: Agamenon Troyan)
This is a translated excerpt of my poem & short tales book (O Anjo e a
Tempestade) aka (The Angel and the Storm)

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