Poem: Arrows of Life
Traveling until it struck its target-
getting the lives of thousands,
causing the cry of billions,
makes blood flows…
Traveling out of the sight
from Cupid’s bow,
getting the sadness out of the heart
and the quest for the right one stop.
Traveling up and high,
trying to pass the densest clouds
until it stops, until it breaks-
falling faster directly to the ground.
Traveling slowly and gently...
destroying the mirror of selfishness
until the golden light freed.
Nourishing the soul with holiness.
Traveling continuously to search for the right path
until it becomes tired.
Finding the peacefulness and satisfaction it wants...
Now it stops permanently, it rests forever!
© 2009 pinkhawk