Revolution

Daniel

It is a whisper in the nights decline
A word carried in the breeze
A voice inflamed with every cry
As we plant revolutions seed

Spoken on hushed lips
And within darkened rooms
But as it finally finds the light
And grows like a flower in the spring

So like a snowball on a hill
It gathers weight with every turn
Until it has grown far beyond
The whispers spoken in darkened rooms

  • Author: Daniel (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 17th, 2016 06:18
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    REVOLUTIONS are like LOVE ~ Sometime good ~ sometimes bad ~ sometimes cosi cosi ~ BUT ~ always expensive ! Take note of Turkey ~ and think twice before you revolt ! Yours BRIAN

  • willyweed

    first I love this piece you pen. second revolutions happen and three bravo! ww

  • Daniel

    Thank you WW.



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