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Faded Sunset
Demanding for peace, is like demanding for a war to end.
With one voice it just doesn't happen.
A thousand hearts scream it every day.
As if it's last breath breathing.
As if a demon is inflicting unending suffering upon them.
Still they won't quit or be silenced.
The echo's of the forgotten.
A sound that continues to bonce off wall after wall.
With no one listening.
A poet's worse enemy.
The silence in which he speaks.
As if to say your but fool wasting your time.
Abandon are your rhymes.
Hollow are their meanings.
You won't help anyone.
With spirits un-lifted.
And dreams denied.
It becomes just another part of a faded sunset.
poem
by
Ace Of Black Hearts
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