Sun burnt leaves wrinkled,
Withered like an old man’s skin,
Dogma shrivels minds.
**
Burn down the bridges,
Divided and conquered cry,
Corrupt old men rule.
***
Old wound bleeds silent
Rejected heart tries to heal,
Burn the memories.
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku # 391- Burn and Old
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Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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Well written. It would be so nice if bad memories could be burnt 🙂
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
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