Sunday, 31 May 2015


The summer wind in perfect

The flowers  are pink and merry

The grey asphalt reflects the warm golden sun

Flapping in joy

Pretty butterflies swarm the  road-ed sky !

Red, fast and reckless

Hurrying away to a  faraway land

The car speeds on !

As the two worlds collide

The butterflies dive  

The  wind shield shatters

As  traces of  colour and death  are left behind

The driver hums a tune

And the music plays on

Tell me Oh Lord

I may wash away the blood and colour!

But can You ever wash away the sin ? 

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