A Ball Of Hard Rock Suspended In The Space
A ball of hard rock suspended in the space,
Holding no life neither giving any away,
Rolls every thirty days,
I don't understand why,
"As beautiful as the moon" they say,
It has no soul except for the poets,
Who praise it for nothing else they can get,
That moon with ugly mountains and valleys,
It's such a pity nobody sees the tragedy,
A ball of hard rock is what the moon is,
It is cold, has no heart and is ugly from close,
Worthless is what the moon is.
posted by xubayr at 12:29 AM
3 Comments:
a ball of hard rock suspended in the space
that is wat the moon is for you,
you see only the mountains and valleys
it is where your imagination takes you to.
you make it out to be wat you want it to be,
if only you could see it with my eyes,
a heaven, a home for the homeless soul...
in the ball of hard rock it all lies.
(i finally got around to upating my blog, nothing spl though, read it wen u have the time)
i like to check this page often for new poems, but havent seen anything new in a while :(
Yeah I know I got a little busy... not being able to update anything. InshAllah will start writing again soon.
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