There is sadness with its lone and crippled feet <br />By skeletons that come in like shadow <br />Lonely hours of the dim empty street <br />With no smiles and laughter that come and go <br />Like serpent's teeth are those shallow windows <br />With their curtains falling down like sunshade <br />Each moment embroidered in sorrow glows <br />From falling roses and hours of the wade <br /> <br />Breath of the world is never still around there <br />Crossing the thresholds of lonely people <br />Like bat's wings of jets above somewhere <br />That is breaking the sound barrier's roar steeple <br />Four corners of the wind not ending - crying <br />While people to their believes are still dying <br /> <br /> ~*~ <br /> <br />There will be no peace if an attack is met with and attack, because the simple truth is, those who go by the bullet shall also fall by the bullet. <br />Bring peace into your garden and peace shall be upon you - all around!<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-moment-embroidered-in-sadness/
