Sunday, June 30, 2013

A Sonnet for a Sunday - Sting (Fragile)

If blood will flow when
flesh and steel are one,
drying in the colour of the evening sun -
tomorrow's rain will
wash the stains away,
but something in our minds will always stay --
Perhaps this final act was meant
to clinch a lifetime's argument,
that nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could -
for all those born beneath an angry star
lest we forget how fragile we are --
On and on the rain will fall like tears from a star,
On and on the rain will say how fragile we are.

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