Under the underworld my mind to kiss.
Be known to flowers blossoming.
My lips to nearly miss.
My arms are tightly crossing.
The sway of shadows hiding in the lights.
Of moons and clouds above.
Do not forget the touch of love.
My arms an open cove.
I'll hold on to you like the seas,
Floating in a million waves.
And steal the worlds democracies.
As thunderous earthquakes on the stage.
The order social, the winds they cried.
As a thousand souls have died
As ships to sway, and people stay.
Alive and buried in the way.
The souls who lead to dig the lives from sleep.
As Thailand finds her peace.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Strong in metaphor this poem speaks of a country deciding its destiny at the peril of destruction and many lost. Very nicely written
Thank you. A very kind compliment from an exceptional poet.
A touching write on devastation that has happened in this country but also the ongoing fight it continues itself to find peace, lovely write
Soulful wonderful write.
Thank you
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