If our world has nightward turned,
I shall ask the shuttered doors
For all that has been burned
In the fire of the silent hours.
The shadows now surrounding
Reply with distant echoes,
Muted voices igniting
The pain that,like water,flows
We harbour this illusion
Tides of invisible sea,
Grown lonely as it darkens
In this night that none can see.
The secrets of tears and hours
Where waves and rock are churned
Where once a country perished
If our world has nightward turned.
in'DRAMA BOX'
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