THE MOORLAND
Darkness
deepens.
The
day is being woven
Between
the black and white threads.
From
time immemorial,
The
restless wind emerges and blows
Out
of the ancestral graves.
By
the tongues of the leaves
Death
murmurs:
‘Life
drops and splits like a tear,
Down
the moorland where the devil vultures
Flutter
with blade-like wings.
Everyone
is betrayed in their sleep
By
the dream that makes us smile
Yet
leads into the blackhole of death.
The
world overflows with funeral songs,
Each soul sings a dirge in the tomb.
After
the violent fight with the shadows,
We
yield with a scream
Echoing
from clouds and hills.
It
is our dreams that burn on every pyre,
Hope
itself is buried in this battlefield,
The
graveyard of the lost.
MUHAMMED RAFEEK.E
09/2018
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MUHAMMED RAFEEK.E
09/2018
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Originally published by BETTER THAN STARBUCKS Florida, U.S (in the international poetry page January 2019
https://anthonywatkins.wixsite.com/btsjan2019/international-poetryhttps://www.betterthanstarbucks.org/
Republished by Hello Poetry (Online)
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2961796/the-moorland/
Republished by Hello Poetry (Online)
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2961796/the-moorland/
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