I don't need a wall of silence <br />to inscribe on its hard surface <br />to convince that I don't ransack <br />friendship through pirates <br />It is the light from heaven's <br />decides that and not your <br />burdened vision of reflexes <br />A storm hides beneath the silence <br />of sufferings and it is not <br />from the death bell I hear it <br />search inside, you find there <br />the answers in golden script <br />and from the sparks of its reflective <br />light shine there as infinitie truth <br />and for sure clear the conflicts <br />of your blurred vision <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />March 23,2009<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflexes/
